Faolan raises one eyebrow at the other man slightly, but he nods as he does. Though he knows that the term can mean many different things depending on what abilities the person has, so meta-human is less of an explanation than another category might have been.

"I am," he says, and leaves it at that, looking at the other man expectantly. "I'm not one myself, but I'm. Familiar with the idea of it." He's familiar with the idea of a great many different other beings, but that's neither here nor there. It doesn't take a great leap in logic to be able to tell where Lancelot is going with this, given his speed and stamina he has since demonstrated to Faolan.