Apparently the fae was finally having second thoughts about picking a fight. It wasn't ever really good to catch the attention of the fae higher up than you. But then again, it was even worse to disappoint them. So he looked back at Lancelot and grit his teeth, lifting up on the balls of his feet twice before darting forward to swing a fist at the man.

Mab, watched Lancelot look between them with trepidation before coming to some sort of decision. The smile wipes away any concern he showed before and she smiles slowly as he paints confidence back across his face. That's very nice.

As the other fae launches his attack, Mab simply sits atop her mount waiting to see how Lancelot fights. If she's to be distracted by the hunt at least she gets some entertainment.