Faolan hadn't really considered the development of his own abilities like that. Not the bit about sunshine -- he rolls his eyes a little at the other man at that -- but the idea that he might have gained his abilities from Lancelot himself. That he might have further gained abilities from Lancelot, the more time he had spent with him.

"Well, I cannot speak for Lily," Faolan says, "but in my case, perhaps you might say that it may have rubbed off on me instead." He turns his head to glance up at Lancelot and offers his own expression of faux-innocence as well, though the slight flush creeping across his face is something of a tell of the fact that he is not quite used to such innuendo as that. At least, not with Lancelot just yet.