Faolan glances up at the other man, honestly a bit puzzled himself by the comment for a moment there before at last he responds, "I wasn't. Planning on it?" His brow furrows slightly as he tries to explain himself. "I just meant that. I mean, I'ok try to be gentle, but obviously. There will be some pressure." He'll be touching him to apply the rub, after all.

He pauses, frowning slightly, before looking down and away from the other man as another realization crosses his mind. "Unless. You'd rather. I didn't..." He does have feelings for the other man after all, and Lancelot knows that. Maybe he feels too awkward about it, to really feel comfortable letting him. Maybe he's just too nice to say so.