Faolan flushes further at Lancelot's response and sits forward for a moment to run his hand over his face. Get a grip, he tries to tell himself, trying to convince himself into relaxing. He hasn't had nearly enough to drink to settle his nerves yet though, and it might look suspicious if he just downed the rest of his bottle right there and then.

"You did," he agrees. "I'm sorry, I... If you can think of something better to offer, something that you think might be more of a reward, I'm all ears. I'm afraid that I'm far too easy to please as far as you're concerned to be able to name any terms properly myself."