Cleared some things... With the wolf chase. Ah... Faolan purses his lips slightly for a moment, looking down into the glass in his hands, feeling guilty at that. Wondering whether he should feel guilty or not, but feeling guilty nonetheless. Especially as the other man suggests that it might be better not to remember these things. Ah, well. Too late now, he supposes.

"It is up to you, I suppose," Faolan says. "Whether you would rather be more content to have been left wondering, rather than have your answers and simply not like what you've gotten. I am sorry that you did get wrapped up in tonight. Sorry that I can't take it back. That wolf, his master... They were after me, not you. I'm sorry you got mixed up in the middle of all of it." Sorrier than he can say. Lancelot barely knows him, to have nearly died or to have been bitten because of the simple fact that they had been in the same place at the same time -- because he had happened to stop and help him on the street that one night? "They must have assumed you were working with me. Must have seen you with me and decided to try a different route for getting back at me, I suppose."

He wonders how angry the vampire is going to be, at the loss of his pet. Wonders whether he's going to let it go or seek him out somehow another way. He supposes only time will tell. He only hopes that he hasn't just gotten Lancelot wrapped up in the middle of this, in doing so.