Faolan can't help but smile slightly at the other man's laughter, even if he's not entirely certain why he's laughing (and whether it's a good sign or not). He shakes his head slightly, before shrugging himself.

"Why not people?" he inquires. "I'm not sure that they'd take very kindly to you calling them anything else. Even if such terms might be more accurate. Creatures?"

He raises his eyebrows at Lancelot slightly. "Perhaps you could get away with it." In his wide-eyed innocence. "They'd have me strung up from my ankles in seconds flat, though. This may come to you as a surprise, but I tend to get off on the wrong foot at times," he deadpans.