Faolan is honestly somewhat startled that Lancelot is tugging him forward and into his arms like this. But he doesn't fight it. Quite the contrary, in fact. Though it takes him a moment to relax into the touch and a moment later to give himself enough permission to feel like he can return the embrace as well. He tips his head towards the other man after a moment, resting his forehead against Lancelot's shoulder for a moment and soaking it in, in case he might never get this again.

"I asked you to dinner," he says softly. "I'm not going to stop you from eating your food when it comes in. Nor am I going to take away your drink." He huffs out a breath that might have been a laugh in another life and then picks up his head enough to be able to look at the other man again. "You might have to watch me with mine though," he adds, with the flicker of a smile. Trying to make it a bit more obvious he's making a joke about spilling on himself, considering he's already 'not handled his drink very well' in other ways around the other man as well.