Faolan takes a step inside the door, ducking to greet Lily in turn as she comes bouncing forward. Ruffling her ears and stroking her soft head for a moment before turning his attention back to Lancelot again. Damn, but he really should have brought something with him. Drinks, food, anything.

Faolan understands how taking care of other people seems to make Lancelot happy, but there's something in the principle of it. Lancelot needs his rest, and rest does not include fussing over the likes of Faolan himself. "You don't need to go out of your way for anything," he settles on answering. Which is Faolan's code for, 'Only if you'd already planned on making said food/drink for yourself as well.'