Faolan goes through a swift fluctuation of emotions following Lancelot's teasing response. At first he isn't certain that he had heard correctly at first. Then he wonders how the hell Lancelot can always be so calm and nonchalant when Faolan himself is an absolute mess. Finally, his thought processes settle on Lancelot's words themselves, how could I refuse?

His arms tighten around Lancelot for a moment and he swallows hard as he tries to struggle to compose himself again. He presses forward into the other man's arms, moving a hand to fist in the front of his shirt and pull Lancelot down closer towards him. "I hope that that was a yes," he murmurs, his voice soft and hoarse as he does, before he closes the distance between them.