Faolan hesitates, not certain what she wants from him in the first place and therefore a little uncertain how to respond, before he speaks up to request milk. Watching her add it to his tea before bringing it over to him and. Honestly, there's something a bit odd about being served by what is essentially his boss. His new boss, at that.

Faolan holds the teacup in both hands but doesn't drink from it, not yet, as he contemplates his response. "I don't suppose you would believe me if I said that it was because I wanted to make a difference..." he posits, at last. Knowing that even if he'd tried to make it believable, being from Hillingdon, it wouldn't have been. It's a good reason to join the Guardians of the Night Council, but it's Lancelot's reason, not his.