Well, it's an apology at least. Not even a particularly defensive one. Lancelot will take it. He studies Faolan as he shakes and it off, thinking a moment before nodding.

"Of course. Let's find you something. There might be some pasta, if not I can probably fix you something else. Just to try and make sure you can still move tomorrow."

He flicks a faint smile, gestures for Faolan to walk ahead. He's half expecting to spend at least an hour tomorrow studying good hangover cure food. At least, he supposes, that means Faolan won't be going unpunished for his sins.