Faolan shakes his head. "Thanks," he says. "Don't worry about me though. I'll probably just make myself a sandwich. I'm assuming you have bread," he says, flicking the other man the quirk of a smile before he steps back to go digging through his refrigerator for whatever else he can find to go in a sandwich besides. Eventually settling on turkey and cheese, which isn't the most elaborate meal he's ever had at Lancelot's flat by far, but it's more complex than some of the other things he's fed himself in the past.

He sets the sandwich makings on the counter before hunting for a plate to make it on, glancing back to Lancelot with his soup as he does. Keeping an eye on him himself to see whether he's eating and if so how much, even as he opens his mouth to tease somewhat and say, "Keep a good eye on him, Lily. You let me know if he gives you any trouble, now."