Faolan turns as the door opens, pausing his explanation as they flutter in with hot water precariously balanced between them. It's only as the second bucket is brought and poured and the next follows that Faolan realizes that he is being poured a bath and there is still much to cover. Which leaves, of course, two choices. To wait until tomorrow to continue this conversation - it is late, and no doubt the other man is tired. Or to continue... And have Lancelot sit with him as he bathes. Which is not inappropriate, considering how close the pair of them are, but. Considering Faolan's feelings for the other man... A dilemma indeed.

"If that is your sole complaint of my character," Faolan says, distractedly, watching the fairies with the water, "then it would seem that I have made the right choice in friendship after all."