Lancelot drops his eyes at that, nods as he toys with his drink.

"Well," Lancelot says quietly, "you are welcome to stay long enough to finish your drink, and for another if you wish. I will not say no to the company."

He lifts his eyes, smile fading to something a little haunted still as he studies Faolan. Lily shoves her face into his lap and he drops a hand to her, soothes fingers through her fur as she considers him with doggy concern -- tail swishes over her back almost questioningly. Something is wrong! Can she help? She will help, if she can!

"Not that Lily is not good company," he amends, "but her conversation is somewhat lacking."

Lancelot takes a deep breath, lets it out in a heavy sigh and offers another weak smile. No, Faolan can stay as long as he wishes. Lancelot is glad of the distraction, and Faolan is not bad company. Having someone who understands such things to talk to is a welcome thing, and Lancelot does not think he would like to be alone with his thoughts right now.