Faolan continues eating, though he narrows his eyes slightly at the description that the other man is giving him. There's no physical harm done, no, but that doesn't mean that they aren't toying with people. Using their magic and other peoples' susceptibility to it for their own amusement. To have been stolen away and used as a pawn in their game? No, it's best that he'd escaped that fate, as even the fact that Lancelot hadn't sits ill with him.

"You're explaining it well enough," he responds. Well enough for him to obviously not be happy about the sound of it. "You're alright, though? I mean. It can't have been for that long...?" He hopes not, at least.