Faolan gives Lancelot another look at his sarcastic response. Yes, he thinks it may well be a trap, that is why he was cautioning you in the first place, man.

"I think," Faolan replies, as levelly as he can, "that this is about more than simply picking something up and putting it in a box. How that will manifest is another matter entirely. And it will probably do so regardless as to how you handle the damned thing, for that matter," he adds, pointedly.

He tilts his head at Lancelot -- he had said that was his name, had he not? -- and motions to the object itself.

"Does it mean anything to you?" he asks. It hardly seems a temptation, unless yes of course it should be filled with a drink of some sort. But Faolan would be hard-pressed to taste another offering from these people, so soon after that strange ichor he'd only just choked down before this.