No, it really isn't Faolan's sort of thing, but he's loathe to admit why exactly he's there, especially not to Lancelot himself. So instead he focuses on the other man and the glitter, shaking his head slightly. "No, it's. Here..." He steps forward and moves to set his own drink down on the table before them, before searching around for a napkin. Finding nothing so after a moment he just reaches forward and gently rubs the few specks of glitter off of his face.

"There," he says, holding out his hand to show the other man the glitter on his fingers that he had brushed off of him, before dusting his hands off as best he can. The last thing he needs to do is get it on himself now, after all. Then of course he realizes with the distraction resolved he's going to have to find an answer for the rest of it, and fast. So picking up his drink again to give his hands something to do, he finally says, "It was a last-minute decision. I thought maybe I should though." It's technically not a lie, even if he's trying to imply different things than the truth.