Faolan thinks about all the things that he wants from the other man, and thinks about how ridiculous it would feel to ask any of them in turn. Another attempt at a date? A kiss? Even just to tell him the truth -- would he be interested, if not for the thought that it might ruin their friendship as Lancelot seems to be so certain it would? But he doesn't want to push, doesn't want to ruin this moment between them by making awkward demands. If only he didn't have these feelings in the first place, his life would be a lot easier, he bemoans to himself. Not for the first time. Nor the last, he is sure.

He flicks his eyes away from the other man for a moment and tries desperately to keep himself from blurting out anything embarrassing. "You would cook for me regardless of who won this bet or not," he agrees. He searches blindly for something to ask for -- everything seems too much or too little -- before he finally glances back at the other man and shrugs slightly. "If I win, then we do this again. We plan a date for it. Lily can come too if you like, but. You and me. Here." He flicks something of a smile at the other man. "No stalkers driving us here this time. And..." He digs around for something else to add, realizing he had offered a lot himself in his stalling to keep from having to name his own reward. "And you owe me coffee for the next week."