Faolan glances behind him at the bed, thinks about having to walk all the way back through the group of men out in the sitting room to hang his jacket up, and decides that leaving it there is the lesser of two evils. So he tosses it across the foot of Lancelot's bed and allows the other man to lead him back out of the room, thinking that the idea of rum and coke sounds pretty good right now. Pretty good indeed.

He knows he needs to calm down once he's back out there. Knows he needs to relax and just go with whatever the evening brings. The drink will help with that. A generous drink, for that matter, although by the sounds of it he'll be allowed to mix it as generous as he wants.

Lancelot's presence helps too, as he steps out with the other man back into the area with the rest of them. Though he glances back at him warily, hoping that the other man will forgive him if he doesn't really know what to do with himself in a situation like this, not at first at least. But he'll try. God, he'll try for Lancelot's sake at least.

"How... Do you all know each other then?" he asks, doing his best.