He takes a slow breath as she starts to turn red, as he senses her misery start to set in, and Lancelot hesitates before getting out of his chair -- stepping around to where Nancy is sat and crouching down beside her. Lily immediately crowds him and he settles one hand on her, reaches out another to touch at Nancy's arm.

"Listen to me," he says softly, "you will be fine. How about I -- talk about something else, mmm? We can talk about Lily, or -- chocolate, or what type of drinks you like other than this one. Music? Please -- look at me, please. I promise you this will be fine. Nobody will hear of this from me."