Faolan shrugs slightly, using the excuse that he's eating not to answer for a few moments. How much does he say, here? He should probably wait for the full story after they're finished. He has a feeling Lancelot isn't going to be happy about it one way or the other, and he's not entirely certain whether he'll be happy with him for it either for that matter.

"I was a bodyguard," he says, after he's given himself enough time to stall and any more would be a little too obvious. "For the most part all she needed me there for was making sure she or her friends got home safe on any given night, or that the right people got the right message to keep well enough away." He shrugs again.