He hovers awkwardly as Faolan plays with the bottle, fighting down the urge to ask if he needs help opening it until he finally manages it. Then Lancelot is unsure agin, because Faolan isn't saying anything else and Lancelot isn't sure what he wants him to say. He studies him a moment, lowers his eyes uncomfortably and darts them away across the garden before lifting them to the other man again.

"There should be cake soon," he adds, "if you're still hungry. Or, there's still some of the other food left if you prefer."

Something to soak up some of the alcohol Faolan has been downing so he doesn't have a raging hangover.