Faolan turns his face against the other man's chest and huffs a soft breath out. If that is really all the whole day has been, the further development of his abilities brought on by his continued proximity to Lancelot's Seelie magic, then he supposes it's not nearly as bad as he had thought. Still slightly unnerving, especially given some of the things he had experienced -- it wasn't all sunshine and dogs barking, after all -- but certainly such an explanation is better than anything else Faolan had been considering all day.

"Oh, so now you like me singing to you?" he asks, with the quirk of a smile, nuzzling his face against Lancelot's ridiculous sweatshirt as he does. "First you're threatening to toss me off the futon if I do, now you're giving me incentives to keep going?"