Faolan runs his fingers gently over Sadie's muzzle then back to gently play with her ears as he listens to the other men talk. He suspects it calms her as much as it does him -- perhaps that's why they are so in tune with each other. Because there is something of the rescue dog in him as well, and Sadie isn't technically Lancelot's second adoption, but his third.

He catches the smirk that Lancelot tosses him and cannot help but quirking something of a smile back in return. "I don't really know that there was much convincing necessary," he admits. In other words, he knows he's whipped and he's not really ashamed to admit it either.