His eyebrows loft as Faolan spills his drink on himself, hesitating over if he should help before settling on taking a few steps toward the counter and simply waiting to see if he should.

"Well," he hedges, watching Faolan fluster about. "Like I said, it didn't seem... your sort of restaurant."

Which means he picked it for a reason, which means he was probably trying to impress Lancelot. For a reason.