'To keep it fair.' Faolan keeps himself from reacting visibly to that by sheer force of will alone, but it's pretty much all the proof he needed to understand that Lancelot really does have no idea why they are there. Or why the restaurant is so nice. Or why Faolan has tried so hard, with all of it. Well, Lancelot knows why he does but he doesn't know why now. That much is now painfully obvious.

"...you really don't have to," Faolan answers, awkwardly. That isn't the point of this, after all. He studies his menu without really looking at it at all. "Consider this. My treat, I suppose..."