Lancelot visibly flinches at the outburst, at Faolan's distress, but manages to keep hold of him still -- gently turns him and helps him hold the blanket closed as he inches him toward the table.

"I'm not throwing you out," he continues, as sedately as he can manage, "so you may as well sit back down before your food gets cold."

Lily drops her head a little nervously, slinks past both of them to the corner of the kitchen to hide in her basket for safety. It makes Lancelot's heart ache a little, especially because in that moment he rather envies her ability to just opt out and hide.