Lancelot lets out a huff of amusement, straightens himself a little before shooting Faolan a sideways smile. He's fine, a little ruffled but fine.

"I'm not so sure Gwaine is worried about the rules," he says instead, and rescues his drink to take a sip. "But, he did win. I suppose if this were a street fight and I were a criminal he'd have me arrested by now."

"Oh, there's plenty criminal about you," Gwaine offers, and he winks playfully before settling in to eat his mince pie.