Faolan shakes his head slightly, smiling sheepishly as he does. "I dropped in unannounced," he says. "The last thing I'm about to do is start making demands of you. I have already demanded your company in the first place."

He shifts to sit closer, moving to rest his hand on Lancelot's chest, gently curling his fingers against his sweatshirt as he offers the other man a gentler, more private smile and continues, "And you have provided it admirably."