Faolan keeps his eyebrows raised at the other man for a moment longer -- someone he knows? Who? Who would put a look like that on his face? -- before he focuses back on the task at hand. The menu, ordering a starter for the pair of them. He can honestly say that pâté isn't exactly his favorite cuisine, and he supposed since they're going to spend money on it, he might as well actually enjoy what they're eating instead.

"Well... I don't know why you should, but I don't. Exactly. The mussels sound good though," he says, glancing at Lancelot hopefully. He knows the other man likes seafood. He's cooked with it before after all. Hell, he's cooked it for him for that matter. (Then again, Faolan would even prefer escargots over pâté any day.)