Faolan shakes his head. "I've already taken all that I can," he explains. And washed his face for that matter. Short of hopping in the shower, that's probably as good as it'll get. "I'll just have to suffer through the rest of it. Try and let it be a lesson to me, I suppose." Although a lesson of what Faolan isn't entirely sure. He shrugs. "I'll bring the powerade for the trip."

He shoots the other man a glance. "Is there anything you need?" Or any questions, he has, for that matter. He knows that Lancelot's a down-to-earth kind of guy, that he doesn't really like to pry into Faolan's personal business, but this is the first time they're at his flat. He's honestly surprised that he isn't more...curious. Then again Faolan's probably given him enough to think about already.