Faolan nods slightly. Of course it's sore, that's the whole reason he's using the Tiger Balm in the first place, after all. While working some of the stiffness out would make the other man feel better in the long run, he supposes in the moment it might be something of a torture in and of itself.

"Of course," he replies, before falling silent once more. Continuing just with the cream itself, Faolan keeps his fingers gentle and light as he rubs the cream into the other man's skin. Making certain to leave his touch only at that.

Once he's applied it to the majority of his shoulders and neck he sits back, keeping his hands to himself as he asks, "Anywhere else?" While he's got the tub open, he might as well keep going where it's needed. He doesn't want to slather it all over Lancelot's back if he doesn't need it though.