"Maybe I am," he replies. "Maybe it's simply that I already have what I want right here..."

He takes the hint though and moves to sit up and let Lancelot free. He'll still need some time to get used to this whole touch, proximity, magic sensation business. Perhaps he can use that as an excuse to stick close to the other man for a little, he thinks to himself, with a private smile, before shaking his head at Lancelot's words.

"Probably best not to try it then," he says. "I think I've had enough excitement for the day, without you throwing your cookware at me as well." He pushes himself up to stand and offers Lancelot a hand in turn. Not that he needs it, but Faolan likes having the excuse to touch just now.