'All right?' Faolan wants to ask. What was that supposed to mean, then? He had... Well, he couldn't remember exactly what he'd said or done, but he'd kissed him, and he's pretty sure that he'd made some sort of declaration or another at the time as well. And then Lancelot had levitated things in his flat in response to the gesture. He didn't really know whether that really meant that things were 'all right' or not then. Especially since the last time he'd done so had been in response to the decapitated head in a box in Faolan's office.

"...no," he says, after a moment, lifting his head to glance at the other man, trying to figure it all out. "Just. Salt." He plays with the drink in his hands for another moment, taking a sip of it before he can't help but ask, "...are you sure?"