Faolan flicks the other man a quietly grateful smile and moves to drop down into his seat with him at the table once more. "I won't," he says. "I give you my word that that's the last of it. Don't think anything of it, please. I quite enjoy your company, Tiger Balm and all."

He reaches for his coffee once more, to give his hands something to do that isn't just fidgeting or fussing over Lancelot further. "Just... Let me know if I can do something for you, yeah? It's the least I can do. Since I'm here." He flicks him a quiet smile. "Might as well take advantage of it while you can. If you can stomach giving up the control for a little while that is." He knows how Lancelot doesn't much care for fussing if he can help it, but he hopes that he'll take him up on it, if just to humor him. For a little while at least.