"My..." Faolan's brows furrow, confusion spreading across his face, before Lancelot explains himself. Stumbled across the information... In his file, he supposes. He'd needed to give some information about himself, when he'd become employed by the Night Council. He's suddenly very grateful that his record only requires things like name, date of birth, and previous hire experience, and not anything more personal than that, like his past for instance. Things he really doesn't known, and certainly not from someone having read his file.

He takes a moment to continue frowning at Lancelot as he contemplates his response, trying to figure out how he feels about the other man 'having stumbled' on such information as well. "It's not something I'm in the regular habit of celebrating," he says at last. Really, it had been a day just like any other day. He had woken up, done what he needed to do to get through the day, and found a way to get to sleep again somehow. Looking back on it now, he hardly remembered the day itself at all, truth be told.