Faolan lifts both eyebrows at the other man, quirking something of a smirk at him besides. He rather enjoys the fact that the other man is joking with him like this, rather than getting weird about it. Even if in truth it was merely a choice of words that wound up accidentally suggestive. And, if he was being honest with himself, he had rather enjoyed the blushing and the shy look Lancelot had given him earlier. Even if he hadn't meant to draw those out of him either.

He sets about finishing his food, all but licking the sauce off the plate once he was finished before glancing up at Lancelot curiously. He'd already been offered so much -- to ask for anything else is almost unthinkable, as far as he's concerned. He sits back in his chair, reaching for his own drink as well, swirling the liquid in his glass as he does.

"You've already been more than generous," he replies. "I was the one who dropped in on you unannounced. Although the way that things have worked out, maybe I should do it more often." His smile quirks more, slightly. "Help liven things up for you, if nothing else, yeah?"