Faolan could make a comment about how it's more than likely already been bought at this point. That it's usually not this easy and that there's probably something more than just the other man's food that did the job. He fumbles a bite of food at the mention of any attempt on his heart -- and what exactly does Lancelot mean by that? Contemplation for a later time -- before rallying himself to finish.

"Well," he says, after a long moment. "I'm not sure what that says about me in the long run, but. You certainly don't hear me complaining, one way or another." In other words, yes, yes he is making rather a good go of it, and Faolan isn't entirely certain what to think of that.