Faolan flicks something of a smile at Lancelot, pleased that he's managed to get a laugh out of him, if nothing else. There have been far too many times when his attempts to lighten the mood have resulted in just puzzling the other man instead after all after all.

He takes another long pull on his drink himself, trying to regain his equilibrium or at least ingest enough alcohol that it doesn't matter anymore. "I think you'd handle it admirably," he replies. "You always seem to, no matter the circumstances. But I'm personally glad myself that such is not the case. Even if it does make things a little bit more complicated..."