"Ah," Faolan says, watching the other man's antics with the dog. "I suppose that does explain some things then, yes." Like why Lancelot isn't falling asleep on him like he might otherwise have done, especially after drinking as much as he had with him. And also the wrestling with the dog besides. Alright, less so on the second point. He's pretty sure that he'd be doing all of that entirely sober, 'Lilydog' and the likes included.

He flashes the other man something of a grin. "I think she'll be fine, having stayed up with us. You said that it was a tradition of yours, didn't you? And besides. When have you ever been a bad influence on anyone?" he asks, mischievously. Lancelot just doesn't quite seem the type, though.