Faolan raises his head to give Lancelot something of a deadpan at his little joke. Tough guy image indeed. He huffs out a breath, shifting slightly in his chair again, before dunking some more bread to eat. No balloons is good. No surprise party is better than good. But it isn't Lancelot's fault that he hasn't celebrated before now, and in all honesty, he doesn't mind it. So he takes in a breath, poking around at his food for a moment as he finds the right thing to say.

"I don't mind," he says. "I just wasn't expecting it. It has nothing to do with my 'image'," he adds, giving the other man another look, before shrugging and returning his gaze to his bowl. "I just. Haven't had the opportunity, I guess." There. A better way of putting it than stating the truth.