Faolan shakes his head slightly as he takes another swig of his drink, before leaning forward and setting it on the table before them. Sitting back against the sofa once more, he purses his lips slightly, obviously fighting with himself a little, before finally he reaches out to take Lancelot's hand. His fingers curling gently around the other man's, tentative, as if not certain he is allowed even this just now.

"It may not feel very grand to you," he says, softly. "But to me, even so much as this..." He tightens his fingers around the other man's gently, before loosening them again. He carefully raises his eyes to meet Lancelot's once more. "It's more than I would have thought I could have. Not from you. You're..." He shrugs slightly, flicking the ghost of a smile at him as he does. "You're Lancelot. Gentle, kind, handsome, loyal. What anyone wouldn't give, for your attentions. What I wouldn't have given myself, as well you know. But after a certain point, I had just thought..." He shrugs slightly, turning his gaze away again. "There is a point where you want something so much that you find yourself driving that thing further and further away."