Faolan allows himself to be manhandled back against the other man's side. So long as he's not throwing him off the edge of the futon, he's happy to have the other man push and pull him around.

He doesn't do any fishing as far as the 'handsome' comment is concerned, but he tightens his arm around Lancelot's waist in appreciation of it nonetheless. Appreciation of his compliment, and his support for that matter. He settles his head against Lancelot's shoulder once more and heaves out a sigh as he attempts to collect his thoughts.

"Perhaps," he echoes, thoughtfully. "But it wasn't just people that I was getting these things from, I mean. Lily?" He turns his head to look down at her, skeptically.