Faolan raises his eyebrows at that. "Teach me," he repeats. "Is there some secret technique to it then? Some sort of dog-owner, inside information that I've never been privy to, having been lacking in a canine companion?"

He realizes of course that in asking such a question, he's feeding right into the other man's indulgences of such things. But he doesn't mind, really. He rather enjoys Lancelot's ridiculous sense of humor, truth be told. Which probably isn't a secret to anyone by now, all things considered. It's not the first time he's indulged the other man, after all.