Faolan shakes his head at the request. "I won't make any promises I don't know whether I can keep or not," he says, honestly. If Circle Midnight finds out he's a spy in their midst for the Night Council, even with the truce between them and Daybreak, who knows what they might do to him, after all. "But I'll be careful," he amends, with a quiet sigh, fiddling with his coffee slightly as he does. He doesn't like this, but he really doesn't have much of a choice in the matter, now does he.

After a moment he looks up at Lancelot again. "What about you?" he says. "I suppose you'll get a break from me as well then. Perhaps your wallet will thank me for that," he says, raising the coffee up in something of a salute to the other man. He did have a habit of feeding him. Not that Faolan minded in the least. Someone had to, and he did a pretty poor job of it himself, most days.