It isn't a refusal, and that means a lot as far as Faolan is concerned. He nods slightly before picking up his sandwich and pointedly taking a bite. Nodding to Lancelot and his sandwich as well.

"You finish yours first too," he says. "It's not as bad as the spray, I doubt that neither of us is going to want to touch any food after we crack it open." He makes something of a face as he considers it. "It might hurt at first. But I'll try to keep that to as much of a minimum as I can. And it will help. That I can promise as well." He offers the other man something of a smile and continues eating his sandwich.