Faolan keeps the kiss simple. He keeps himself from getting too into it, keeps it on the chaster side of a proper kiss. Not wanting to give himself any ideas for that matter. And Lancelot doesn't quite reciprocate, though he doesn't immediately push him away either. Something in the tension coiled within Faolan eases slightly and though he's nervous when Lancelot finally pushes him away, Lancelot's fingers hooked in his shirt to keep him there help him settle a little. Lancelot himself could have been heading for the hills in that moment, and Faolan for one is grateful that he isn't.

He presses his lips together firmly for a moment, nodding in response to the other man's words. "Yeah, alright," he says. And after a moment of awkward hesitation, loosens his grip on Lancelot's shirt himself, stepping back and away from the other man to allow him his own space again. Turning to lead the other man back into the other room with a glance over his shoulder and a gesture towards the sofa once more. Awkwardly, Faolan returns to the refrigerator and fetches himself another lager, trying to recall where they had left their conversation before he had turned it on its head.

The words are out of his mouth before he's given much thought to them either way. "Do you need anything else? I tried to turn the heat up, it should start to kick in soon but let me know if you'd like it warmer..."