"As nice as titles are they aren't required."

Lancelot sets down his fork and sits back for a moment, breaking a piece of bread in half and chewing as he regards Faolan curiously.

"So, are you going to tell me how things went?"

Faolan's mission, that is. He might not want to talk about it, of course, and Lancelot could understand if he needed to decompress a bit first -- but still. He's curious, too.