Faolan worries at his lip slightly, nodding in response to the other man's gentle chastisement. "I will," he reassures softly. "I... I'm sorry. Curry it is. Let's... Let's just go back to mine and get it delivered, yeah?" He squeezes Lancelot's hand once more before gently releasing him.

"I don't know about you, but I could use a drink or two as well," he adds, after a moment. Maybe he'll finally relax a little if he does. He certainly hopes so.