Lancelot lets Faolan pull him down and at first -- at first he still is a little hesitant. They've not really kissed properly before, and Lancelot is still trying to accept this idea. Their supposed date has been a disaster, and even though Lancelot did give tacit permission he's not quite as warmed up as Faolan is.

Faolan presses forward and Lancelot's hand fumbles back and slips along the chest of drawers, making him suddenly aware the bottle of lager is still there and probably in danger of being tipped over. The height difference is awkward, too. It makes Lancelot want to turn and heft Faolan up maybe, but that might be... well, Faolan might find the subtle reminder that he's shorter offensive. Would he be sensitive to something like that? He's always grumbled about Lancelot being faster and stronger, so probably height he would too. Didn't he once complain about something like that? The cabinet digs into Lancelot a little as he tries to keep himself steady without much to steady against, and after a moment he breaks the kiss and rests a hand on Faolan's chest.

"Don't make me knock that bottle everywhere," he murmurs, keeping Faolan close by hooking fingers into the fabric of his top. Faolan might feel rejected otherwise, and he's already had a turbulent day of emotions. "Let's go back through?"

Away from Faolan's bedroom, before this turns wild, toward somewhere more comfortable to sit down.