Lancelot's laugh is brighter still at that, imagining his face (his face!) all too easily.

"He's not so good with displays of affection," Lancelot says ruefully, sitting back a little as their drinks are slid in front of them and flashing the waitress a smile before sipping at it. Good timing, the drink can help him calm down. "I made him a birthday cake the other month, I'm not so sure I've ever seen someone so unsure how to handle a birthday cake."

Yet there's something fond in it too, because for all his flaws Lancelot is terribly fond of Faolan and all his quirks.