Faolan understands that he's misstepped even before Lancelot has answered, and has the decency to look somewhat sheepish about it. Shifting awkwardly in his seat as he does, glancing down at the food in front of him before across at the man at the table beside him.

"I'm sorry," he says, softly. "I didn't mean..." He trails off, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "I hadn't meant to ask you that. Not like that." He knows that it isn't the easiest thing for Lancelot to talk about. He understands that Lancelot doesn't particularly like to talk about it, for that matter. Not with the way he's reacting here, at least.

Of course, recognizing that he's misstepped doesn't mean that Faolan knows how to back himself out of this situation. Which would have been useful right about now...