"I will admit, I was hoping you'd see it that way."

Lancelot's lips are still quirked up into a smile, amused at Faolan's reaction. At the flush across his features. He isn't sure he's ever seen the man this way before, and it's... well, a nice change. A different side of him. Someone other than more serious, grumbly hunter.

"You never told me what you expected," he says suddenly, setting down his menu as he considers Faolan. "As a Guardian. You asked me if I thought I would regret it, if it would be what I hope for. You never told me what you hope for. What you would like the job to be."

Which, Lancelot thinks, will be interesting to hear. Faolan could simply brush him off with an easy answer, of course, yet still.