Faolan watches the other man jump to his feet, more than a little surprised that he did but slightly intrigued to find out where this might be going. "Betting?" he asks, sitting forward to be able to get a better view of where Lancelot stands and what it is that he's doing exactly. He'll bite, though.

"Alright then. If you manage it..." He contemplates his request for a moment. He doesn't honestly expect to be intimidated by the other man, but he needs to lay out the terms regardless. There's always a chance, he supposes. "If you do, I will brush Lily and cook you dinner for a change. Plus one other 'I owe you' of your choice." Yes, he does know how to make some things. A handful of them. Just don't expect a masterpiece.