"Maybe something plain, later. I think I'm too tired for now."

Although goodness knows how much later that will be. If he sleeps he has no idea how long he'll sleep for, or what time it is for that matter.

"Have something if you'd like, though, please don't let me stop you."

Even if, from the looks of things, Faolan has made himself quite at home already. Lancelot does not mind, in truth, it is only that the unexpected surprise of it hits him awkwardly. That Faolan had been here without his knowledge, seemingly, while he was not here. It is good that Lily had company, though. He is quite sure she would have been glad of it.