Faolan's enjoying watching Lancelot messing about with the dog, watching Lily squirm around happily in the face of the other man's attentions. Sitting back on the futon himself, he's had enough to drink that his reaction time is slow, as are most of his thought processes for that matter. And as such, he doesn't anticipate Lancelot leaning over to kiss him.

It's just the quick press of lips against his cheek, but it's enough for a blush to light up on Faolan's face. He can blame it on the alcohol of course, but Lancelot's smarter than that. So he does his best to hide his face in his glass and do anything but give himself away in that moment. Luckily, with Lily to fuss over, Lancelot seems to be pretty otherwise preoccupied himself.

"Merry Christmas to you too," he responds, after a long moment. "I, ehm." He fidgets slightly, knowing he's being awkward but also unable to contain himself in that moment. "Thank you. For having me over. For the holiday."