Faolan raises his eyebrows at the...suggestion? Threat? Trying to figure out whether Lancelot is having him on, as he's slumped against him like he is, or whether he's serious. Whether in his attempts to suggest that he need not make too much of a fuss he's pushed the other man too far in the other direction. Is such a thing possible? Could Lancelot ever really sit back and watch him struggle to feed himself in his own kitchen?

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," Faolan replies, with the wry quirk of a smile. "I said you didn't need to play host, not that you should take things that far. In fact, I think it's better for all of our sakes if you don't. Your kitchen will thank me for it."