Faolan isn't certain that he still shouldn't have turned away and run, but it's too late now, with Lancelot stand there staring at him like that. So he does what he's told and steps in the door, closing it behind him quietly. Shifting the box awkwardly in his hands before him, glancing around, knowing that he's interrupted what must have been the other man's night off. Maybe he should have rung first? (Maybe he just should have known better in the first place.) And moreover -- what was Lancelot saying, anyway? Who is he talking to, on the other side of that phone? Was that Spanish? Had he known the other man spoke it? He does now, he supposes.