"I am," Faolan replies, his lips curling further into something of a tentatively teasing smile as he does. Hesitant, because he isn't quite certain what all of this means exactly. Lancelot, agreeing to come home with him, knowing he'd asked him out on a date. Lancelot, holding him like this, knowing his affections for him. Lancelot, still wanting to stay for the evening, despite it all. Does it mean that he's free to stop hiding how he feels? Does it mean that he's allowed to stop holding himself back?

"Lancelot..." he says softly, his smile faltering slightly as his eyes search the other man's face. And Faolan can almost feel the world spinning madly out of control as he stops talking himself around in circles the way the other man had said and takes one mad leap of faith, surely to either sink or swim. He feels almost breathless, with the way his heart seems to have leapt up to begin a mile a minute without him when really all he's doing is asking a simple question. Yet it's a simple question that will probably supply answer all of his doubts and fears. No wonder he feels as though he's stepping off of a cliff as he continues, "If I... If I were to ask if I may kiss you again -- properly this time -- what would you say?"