Faolan has to wonder what could be in such a box as this as the other man slides it towards him. Perhaps Lancelot has repackaged whatever it is? He certainly doesn't anticipate whatever's inside to require such a large box itself. He gives the thing an experimental push on the floor in front of himself just because, then glances up at the other man quizzically.

"Nothing's going to pop out at me when I open this, is it?" he asks, warily, reaching for the bow and slowly beginning to tug it off. Lancelot's certainly done a fine job wrapping it, unless he'd had it professionally handled. Though he hardly thinks it will be the reality of the situation, visions of opening the box to find a miniature Lily waiting for him inside dance through his head unbidden, and he fights himself to speak up and say that he really isn't home enough to take care of a pet, you know. He can barely handle plants for that matter.