Faolan nods absently in response to the suggestion. Anything to help, honestly, although he suspects that even if this coffee won't be good for him it should help him feel a little more human at least. He reaches for it, adding only a little bit of milk before cradling it in front of himself.

"You won't be half as much in the public eye today," Faolan points out. "Be glad of that. I can't say that much good comes from it, in the end." Faolan's certainly had to live through enough public scrutiny in the past while to put him off the idea of inviting more upon himself, at any rate. "If nothing else," he adds, "it means at least they'll be a little forgiving of some dog fur on your clothes, should there be some. It's understandable, given..." He gestures vaguely to Lily and where she sits resting her head in Lancelot's lap.