Faolan lets out a huff of breath through his nose, which could be construed as laughter, under the right circumstances -- which maybe these are. "If it helps, you're the only person I've let haul me through the second-floor window of a building to date," he admits, before glancing at the dish Lancelot gestures to and nods.

"Yeah, I am," he says. "Here." He moves to reach for the plate in an attempt to help Lancelot clear the table, although he's half assuming he's about to be pushed back into his seat anyway, knowing the other man.