Faolan wakes to the sound of Lily's claws on the hardwood floor, though he tries to ignore it for a little while longer. Through the shushing and the fact that the other man has obviously been up for a while himself at least. It's when the other man at last excuses himself from his room to go to the bathroom that he knows he can't make her wait much longer. Especially not as he hears her padding out into the living room towards him.

He tries to pretend to still be asleep, but she's a dog, and it means little to her. She's still there, pressing her cold, wet nose into his exposed hand and then the crook of his neck, inside his ear, flicking out a tentative lick. Faolan winces, huddling in on himself, but the damage is done, even as Lancelot is there pulling her off of him. He blinks his eyes open to look up at the other man blearily from where he lays on the futon in front of him. He blinks at him for a moment, before shaking his head, clearing his throat before he speaks up though his voice is still rough with sleep at first.

"No, it's. It's alright. Unless you need to. Don't think I can get back to sleep now, though," he says, reaching up a hand run over his face in turn.