Faolan glances down at the hand on his arm, still more than a little uncertain whether he has truly ruined things, whether Lancelot is just reassuring him to be kind and polite, as he always is or whether he truly does believe what he's saying. He supposes he simply has to trust that he is telling the truth. He does trust Lancelot, after all, even if he believes him to be sometimes nicer than he should be.

"I can try," he says, flickering something of a tentative smile back to the other man in return. Wanting to lean into his touch, to place his hand over Lancelot's, normal things that he wouldn't have given a second thought to if not for his recent reveal. He glances down at his hands in his lap, before back up at the other man himself. "You're allowed to hit me if I forget," he offers. "How's that?"