Faolan gets the feeling, from the expression on Ringer's face, that she doesn't exactly appreciate Lancelot's brand of humor. But he's not about to play peacemaker here, that's not what he'd called them there for. They're all adults, more or less, and whatever happened between the pair of them, he's sure that they can put it behind them for the sake of the task at hand.

"Good," he says, glancing between the pair of them once more. "We should find somewhere better than this to talk. Compare notes. I shouldn't have any more coffee than I already have. If you're both ready?" He pushes his chair back and makes to stand. Really, he could have another coffee, but money is always tight and he probably shouldn't, especially if he wants to get one later in the day. He's got enough of this one to nurse for a while yet, anyway.