Lily barks twice before Lancelot shushes her. There are sounds distantly coming from inside the house, and the gentle jingle of a dog collar chiming as Lily runs. Lancelot's voice gets a little closer, seemingly talking to someone, and as the door opens it's a rush of sound. Lancelot speaking rapidly in... Spanish? The extractor fan in the kitchen, the sound of the television in the background. He's dressed in a loose v-neck sweater, sleeves rolled up, and faded jeans -- phone caught between his cheek and shoulder as he opens the door. He jerks an eyebrow questioningly at Faolan, drops a hand to catch Lily's collar to stop her surging forward and drops his eyes as he concentrates on something being said to him. Covers the phone for a second to mime come in? and tilt his head back along the hallway, taking a step back away from the door and gently dragging Lily with him.