Faolan regards him closely, watching him carefully as he tries to explain himself to him. The idea of it all confuses him, yes. Being in a situation that seems completely ridiculous but being glamoured into believing this is the way things are regardless. Faolan has ever been in control of his own mind, and the idea otherwise is unnerving, to say the least.

A question comes to mind, and the words are out of his mouth before he has a chance to stop himself. "You've experienced this sort of thing before, though, yeah? You'd said..." He trails off slightly, realizing he's asked Lancelot about memories that, if he remembers them at all, might not be all that pleasant, all things considered.