Faolan nods. Lancelot may not have said as much, but he understands the implications quite well. The longer it takes them to find the man, the less likely it is that they should find him alive. Faolan has lost enough...well, not friends, he will refuse to call them friends (even if he knows within him that that's what they were), but he has lost enough people he has known from Hillingdon to the evils that exist in the world. If he can spare this man, then he will do his best to do exactly that.

"We'd better get a move on it," he agrees, before glancing at the other man and awkwardly continuing to say, "...thank you. For helping me with this. I can make no guarantees, but I will try not to have you regretting it. A man's life is at stake. I had thought that might convince you along, if nothing else," he says, with something of a smile.