He laughs softly at Faolan's awkward descriptions of them, turns to flop back onto the futon and watch Lily once more.

"They're good friends," he says finally, "but so are you, Faolan. Your comfort is equally important."

Lily's eyes half-lid a little as she allows herself a doggy nap, and wonders if adults are still allowed naps as well. It seems very appealing watching her.

"I assume you don't want anything big for dinner after all that, but... there's a little cheese in the fridge and some biscuits. Some small finger food, mini kievs, sausage rolls..."

Lancelot shrugs a little, turning back to Faolan finally to flash a smile.

"Whatever you feel like. Tomorrow I thought maybe some fish -- do you like fish? No... problem with shellfish?"

He squirms to sit up and study Faolan curiously, already mentally re-arranging things just in case.