Faolan narrows his eyes at the other man's joking around, shaking his head at the offering. "Mmm, no, the futon suits me well enough, if you don't mind me setting up camp in your living room as I seem to have done."

He glances down at Lily where she lays sprawled on the floor as well. "I'm not so sure that Lily would be as generous as that, for that matter. Nor would I ask her to be. Just because I may fit in her bed, she has already made it her own, as you say. No, the futon is fine for me. I've slept in far worse places, and it is comfortable." He had only meant... Well, that Lancelot set something aside just for him. In a joking way, of course. But elaborating on that point would sound an awful lot like asking for as much, and he has already asked -- and received for that matter -- so much of the other man already.