Faolan takes his drink over to the futon himself, sinking down beside the other man himself and raising his eyebrows at the suggestion of the film to be better with alcohol, though it's certainly an idea. One that he'll soon be able to report on, at that.

"I'm not about to make a critique of it," he says. "So long as it's entertaining, I won't complained. Hell, even if it were terrible..." He turns to Lancelot with the quirk of a smile. "Even the worst film can be entertaining. Especially with a good drink, yes." He sits back in the futon.

"Are you going to watch with us?" he asks Lily, watching as the dog noses about.