Faolan turns to cling harder to Lancelot as the other man starts to push him away. He understands that Lancelot is holding back, he understands that he would never outmatch the other man, but he appreciates Lancelot giving him the pretense of normalcy here. Burying his face against the other man's chest and shaking, this time with laughter, as Lancelot struggles to throw him off.

"--are my sunshiiiiiine--" he continues to not quite sing, pressed into the other man's chest. Jerking slightly as Lily's cold wet dog nose presses into his side as she tries to 'help' and the conversational barking sounds in his mind again. This time he swears it sounds inquisitive -- god he really is losing his mind, isn't he?

"Stop, stop, I'll stop," Faolan protests at last, as he finds himself beginning to slip despite his best efforts to hold on.