Faolan struggles to keep himself calm -- he doesn't want to be yelling at Lancelot, what would that solve? But he is angry, and moreover, jealous. Jealous of things he has seen from the other man directed at other people, things he had never seen from the other man for him.

He pushes himself to stand but he doesn't really know where Lancelot intends to take the conversation. He'll go where he's led, it's just that with the state he's in just now, he'd as soon as continue right where he is as wobble elsewhere to continue it. "Don't patronize me," he growls, even as he complies.