Faolan merely blinks at the other man for a long moment, as he stares up at him from where he rests against his shoulder. If he were another man -- no, more accurately, if he were at another point in his life, he might have broken into song right there and then. As it is, he opens his mouth and shuts it again, trying to find the words to say that, that is, he means, what he had meant was...

But perhaps it is because the day he has had. Perhaps it is because he honestly does not know whether he believes that Lancelot would actually do it. Perhaps it's because the man who would have sung aloud to him is still inside of him somewhere, but after a long moment of staring and stuttering at the other man a slow smile starts to spread itself across his face as Faolan tightens his arm around the other man's waist and says, in a low and gently melodic tone, "Youuuuuuuu--"