Faolan glances across at Lancelot warily, but he's grateful that the other man's let it drop for now. He wouldn't know how else to explain himself but dropping the full truth on him, and judging by the frown lines appearing on his face as it stands, he'd really rather not ruin the meal by doing so. He reaches across the table to serve himself some beets as well, not quite certain how to incorporate the rest of the food into the meal so following Lancelot's lead as he does.

"After we're finished eating," he promises. "I'll tell you everything then," he promises. He really isn't looking to hide this from Lancelot. Not forever at least. But he isn't looking forward to telling him about it either. He tries to turn the conversation back on the other man instead. "How have you been yourself?" Knowing he asked that the last time they spoke for any length of time, but seeing as how that was weeks ago, he figures he's allowed to ask again.