Faolan huffs out something of a laugh in turn at Lancelot's fussing, shaking his head at the question. "No problem with shellfish, no. I'll eat whatever you're making, and I'll even do my best to try and remember to be grateful for it as well. Make what you like, I trust your judgment." He quirks a little smile at the other man. "You've certainly not let me down yet before."

He leans back into the futon, regarding the other man closely. "You're allowed to take a moment to rest before you start worrying about feeding me again, you know," he says. "Though it might pain you to consider the thought, you don't actually need to play host for me. Not the whole time I'm here, at any rate." He quirks another odd little smile at Lancelot, noting the way that he seems almost as pliant as Lily at the moment, where she lies drowsing on the floor.