Lancelot grimaces a little at that, nods in agreement.

"Something which I was not sure I believed in myself not long ago, but now..."

He gestures expansively. Here he is, here she is. It can hardly be denied, can it? Yet this... this is not the kind of thing that happens to someone like Lancelot, that happens to simpler folk. He shrugs, helpless.

"I am a long way out of my depth in this, and I fear I am not sure which way to swim to find shore."