Faolan lets himself be gently manhandled closer as the other man moves to lean against the arm of the sofa. After a tentative moment of hesitation, he shifts to make himself a bit more comfortable, fitting his head against Lancelot's shoulder and moving to rest a hand to rest on the other man's chest. Bracing himself against him as much as simply reveling in the touch itself.

"At least I'm not the one putting you to sleep personally," Faolan murmurs, softly. He shifts to be able to look at the other man as he lies against him. "I can cut you off, if you'd rather?"