"Do you deny it?"

Lancelot's eyebrows arch up questioningly, as if daring Faolon to even try and do so, then he cracks a smile -- toys with his cake a moment.

"I saw it and couldn't resist. Now you can bring coffee with you into work, though. Try and wake yourself up on the way in. Don't worry, I can still buy you some for when you arrive. It doesn't negate that."