"Of course! If you had been sharing your life with the wrong people such a thing could have been dangerous. Secrecy is a little difficult when you are compelled to tell the truth. Do you know who cast such a thing?"

He gently reins Lily back as Nancy reaches for her purse, ruffling at her fluffy white mane of fur and offering a questioning smile. He's tempted to insist, but... Well, perhaps it would be overbearing to try and pay for her coffee when he's already bought her a drink and food before. Lancelot can never quite tell.