Faolan can't help but laugh a little at her doggy concentration. She really is trying to impress Lancelot in hopes that she might get something good out of the deal.

"Mmm, well. I'm not so sure that I'll be half as good as that," he posits. "Though perhaps with the right teacher, there may still be hope for me yet." He glances aside at Lancelot, a smile quirking his face as he does. If he actually thought about the fact that he was insinuating Lancelot should teach him tricks he would probably be a little more self-conscious about it than he is. But he's enjoying himself and this moment with Lancelot, so why worry about the details. That can come later.