Faolan shrugs slightly, raising his drink in turn with the other man's mock toast before kicking back another healthy swallow or two. Hoping it will help him relax a little. It would be nice to have a good time with the other man without having to feel like he's making some sort of faux pas every other step.

"It's odd," Faolan says, gently directing their conversation away from his awkwardness for the time being (he hopes). He glances up at Lancelot and flicks him a smile before looking back at his plate and smirking wryly. "It's odd to be out with you like this, outside of work, and not have to vie for your attentions against a certain canine friend of ours."