Faolan has... Truthfully, really enjoyed his day. From playing outside with Lily to watching television while the other man cooks, exchanging easy conversation with him as he does. Dinner is delicious, although this is hardly a surprise. (What is a surprise is the way that Lancelot leans close to him and lowers his voice like that, to tell him some people consider what they've eaten an aphrodisiac. And with the way that Faolan's body reacts, to the closeness, to the other man's voice, to the idea of Lancelot having fed him something like that, knowing as much, it might as well have been.)

Luckily he's calmed down by the time dessert comes around. Sweet cake with some drink that Faolan's never had before, but as he raises his glass to take a sip, it's good. Sweet, smooth, and as the other man has said, packing a secret punch behind all of that. He watches the other man from above the rim of his glass, raising his eyebrows at him in turn. "Are you warning me for my own sake or for yours?" he asks, with a wry smile as he takes another sip before setting the glass back down on the table.