"Please," Lancelot answers, and squirms enough to peer over the back of the sofa at Faolan. "Something not too strong? What do you have?"

Since Lancelot isn't the kind of person to drink anything straight, most of the time. Largely due to the fact that it sends him to sleep, but also because he spends a lot of time as a community officer around drunk people who smell strongly of alcohol and it makes the whole thing faintly off-putting.