Faolan flicks something of a smile back at the other man despite himself, before flicking his eyes away, slightly self-conscious of the fact that the other man is calling him out on his behavior. Both now, and in general. He can't deny the truth in it though. And the truth that he would like to do exactly that, loom and growl and be there to observe and know when to say enough is enough, if Lancelot can't make that call himself.

"Deal," he says, flicking his eyes back to Lancelot and raising his drink to him in something of a toast on the matter. Lancelot had made a promise, after all. And he appreciates it, for what it's worth.