Nancy Fagin. In truth, Lancelot'd hadn't been expecting a full name -- a nickname, mostly likely, or simply a full name at best. Yet Nancy Fagin is what he gets, and he files it away in his memory as they walk. It could easily not be a real name, he supposes, or the name of a friend. Does it matter? He isn't entirely sure.

"Nancy," he echoes. "Well, despite the circumstances -- it's nice to meet you again. Here we go --"

He shifts the leash to his other hand as he turns to push his way into the The Duke. It's a typical gastropub, low music playing and clean wooden interior -- the air of the kind of place where everything was considerably more expensive than it should be. The man behind the bar looks up as Lancelot walks in, flashes him a smile which grows a little curious as he spots Nancy behind him.

"Got two ladies with you tonight, Lance?"