He has to admit, after a comment like that, Faolan is certainly curious to find out what could possibly be in the box. So he starts tearing the paper apart with a little less trepidation than he had before. 'A compact one'? 'Hoping you have a good spot to put it'? There are any number of things that whatever this is might be, but Faolan hasn't got a clue what direction to think.

Not at least until he gets the box unwrapped and gets a good look at what the other man has set before him. And his eyes widen slightly as he takes it in, before glancing at Lancelot. It hadn't seemed as heavy as it should have been when he'd carried it in, but then again Lancelot has been known to vault clear over fences and up to the second floor of a building with no problem, of course he'd be able to juggle around a coffee machine like it didn't weigh anything at all.

"I..." he stutters at the other man, trying to figure out what to say. Wasn't this expensive? No, probably shouldn't say that, even if he is wondering. "You really shouldn't have gone through all that, for me..."