Lancelot blinks at that, lofts his eyebrows slightly as he processes the remark. It isn't subtle at all, no.

"I suppose I thought you'd tell me if something did."

Which Faolan, from the sounds of it, is gearing up to do. He feeds himself a little cake, half imagining what such a story might entail.

"You appear to be in one piece, so it can't be too terrible..."