Faolan pets Lily through the film as well, ruffling her ears and combing his fingers through her ruff and trying not to think about how close he has to come to petting Lancelot's lap in order to do so. He eventually withdraws his hand and thinks about sitting on it for a time, but settles for cradling his drink two-handed (and possibly indulging in it more than he might otherwise have done).

As Lancelot settles himself back down on the futon beside him after the film is through Faolan is almost sure that he's regained his composure again. And he's almost sure that he might have had a little too much to drink as well. "Santa Claus?" he asks, raising his eyebrows slightly as he does. "Don't go putting thoughts in her head like that, everyone knows you have to be sleeping for him to appear." He leans forward and peers at Lily. "Have you been a good girl this year?" he asks. "Will he be bringing you lots of presents? I have the funny feeling that he will, you know."