Faolan realizes after a moment that the other man is waiting for his response, his opinion, but he's distracted by watching the coffee machine go through its rinse cycle as he shifts forward to sit on the edge of the futon, huddling himself in the blankets to stay warm.

"Hm?" he asks, glancing to Lancelot, before shaking himself and nodding. "Ah. Yeah. Sounds good to me." Actually Faolan has never had anything like what Lancelot's proposing to him, but Lancelot has never let him down with anything he's made for him before. Though the coffee before anything else would probably be more welcome than not.

At some point while he's sitting there, his brain catches up with everything Lancelot's saying, and he blinks at him uncertainly. "Through past midnight?" he asks.