Faolan takes note of the warning and keeps his hands to himself and stays out of the way as Lancelot sets himself about preparing the table, disappearing into the kitchen and reappearing with more and more food as he comes and goes. He sits in place, idly stroking Lily's ears as he watches Lancelot bustle around, the food smelling delicious and Faolan himself feeling really rather pleased with where he is in the moment. Wondering if maybe this isn't Lancelot in his element, in some way, as some of the most relaxed moments he has witnessed of the other man have been over one of his home-cooked meals.

"Whatever I want, as much as I want," Faolan repeats the other man's offers, glancing up to him with the hint of a smile. "It's a good thing you've already planned to house me for the weekend. You'd have to throw me out the door." He moves to push himself back from the table. "I'll have the coffee, but I can get it. You don't need to be continuously waiting on me."