Faolan glances down at her as she bounces around the flat, taking another few bites of his food as he does. He has to note, she's certainly gotten bigger and a lot better around people since the first time he'd met her. At least, as far as he's noticed. He wonders how long Lancelot had had her before they'd met, if she's barely a year old and he's already known him for nearly half of that time.

"Am I taking too long for you, then?" he asks her, reaching for his coffee once more. He takes another sip of it, glancing to Lancelot even as he continues to address the dog, "Not all of us are naturally early risers, you know."