Faolan leans into the kiss, unable to help but smile at the thought of Lancelot trashing the basement with his telekinesis. "It might make it harder to get into," he agrees. "Though I doubt the rest of Hillingdon will be as grateful for such help, I'm sorry to say."

Faolan turns to regard the other man for a moment, studying his expression from as close as they're sitting, grateful again for the fact that he doesn't get flashes of Lancelot's magic every time they touch. He'll probably have to figure out the way it works, but for now. He'll revel in the fact that he has the time to do so. He leans in to press a gentle kiss to the other man's lips, before leaning his forehead against Lancelot's.

"Thank you," he says quietly.