He turns at the statement, lofts an eyebrow before letting his expression paint into a smile. His voice drops lower to match Faolan's own.

"I have something for you too," he answers, "We can keep it for later. They aren't staying the night, don't worry."

Wrinkling his nose at Faolan he glances up a second, lets his smile flick up higher to something playful and ducks in to brush a kiss against Faolan's cheek.

"And careful of the mistletoe," he murmurs, then tugs at Faolan to lead him through the throng of people toward his room. Gwaine offers them a low whistle, Lily scrabbling up from the ground before he gently inches her out of the way for them.