Faolan raises his eyebrows sat the other man chiding him like that. He has half a mind to make a joke about Lancelot's parenting skills, but considering how his body was still reacting slightly to the man's earlier touch and sudden closeness... Better not create mixed signals for himself.

"Sir, yes, sir," he says instead, and cuts apart the potato he's been poking at to finally eat at last. It's still rather hot, but not too much, and flavored just right from the broth. If Lancelot actually does want him to eat his fill, it certainly won't be hard to do, all things considered. The harder part will be knowing when to stop, especially since there's dessert to come.