Faolan has had a lot more to drink this evening than he might have done on other occasions he's been over Lancelot's, but he's holding it far better than the other man himself, he must say. Pictionary is... An interesting experience, to say the least. Arthur's attitude frankly annoys him at times, as does Gwaine's constantly raucous sense of humor. Percival's presence, along with Lancelot's, does help counteract the pair of them somewhat, though. The man seems almost painfully earnest in everything he says or does. Perhaps even more so than Lancelot.

He's doing his best to field questions without letting on that he'd been doing work that was, for the most part, off the books. He's almost certain that, if not for the fact that he's been reluctant to socialize all night, this reluctance to talk about himself in particular would have stood out.

He's settled into the company somewhat, but the curious glance he throws in Arthur's direction at the interruption is still perhaps somewhat wary. 'Draconic'...?