Faolan's gaze slips down to where Lancelot is patting at his arm for a moment before back up at the man himself, with something of a careless shrug. "I think I can stand such a fate," he responds. He has told the other man that he enjoys it before, after all. "I'll do my best to make a valiant effort, in any case," he adds, with the quirk of a smile.

He stays where he is, turning to regard the other man for a long moment, before settling himself once more, leaning back into it instead. "I only meant that. I hope you don't feel like you need to go out of your way any more than you might for any of your other friends. Not for me. I've stayed over enough lately you might as well set out a bed to match Lily's," he comments, turning with another wry smile to see how such a comment might go over.