Faolan ducks his head slightly, knowing he deserves this. To be called out for his mistakes, and to be held accountable for them. That doesn't make them any easier to admit to, especially now, in the sober light of day. With Lancelot carrying on as though nothing happened, for that matter.

He plays with the drink in his hand for a moment or two as he tries to figure out how to respond. "For. My behavior. Yesterday," he starts, knowing that's far too general to be acceptable. "For the fight with Nancy." There, that's better. "For... How much I had to drink. For..." How jealous he'd been, for the kiss -- can he really force himself to say all of this?