"My story...?" Faolan asks, raising his eyebrows slightly as he does. He wants to ask why the other man might want something like that from him, but stops. Considering how they met, he supposes he really shouldn't be surprised. He's told Lancelot almost next to nothing about himself, while he already knows quite a lot about him and his job and his sweet fluffy white dog as well.

He takes in a deep breath, looking down at his coffee with a shrug before speaking up. "At least two," he says, casually. "One for the story, and one for the fact that you want me to keep my silence. Just think, though. The more there are, the easier you'll find it is to wrestle the information out of me, you know."