Lancelot's place is not overtly decorated from the outside with Christmas cheer, in fact the only hint of holiday decoration about the place is a string of twinkling lights edging the windows from the inside. There's a short bark at the sound of the doorbell, then the sound of animal paws scuffling along wooden floors to wait patiently to see who has arrived. He opens the door with slightly dishevelled hair, one hand dropped to hold Lily by her collar so she doesn't surge forward, and a festively patterned sweater featuring small hearts and a row of reindeer. The sound of distant conversation is clearer now that the door is open, at least two or three other people talking, as is the music -- which is now obviously a radio station.

"Faolan! You made it! Please, come in, here -- do you want me to carry something?"

Lily thrashes her tail excitedly as Lancelot edges her back a step, and Lancelot smiles a little sheepishly.

"The others are still here, I hope you don't mind?"

'The others,' Faolan will notice once he's in a few steps, are gathered in Lancelot's small living area. A blond man sipping a drink who regards Faolan with total boredom, as if he's wasting his time by even existing, a slightly smaller man with the most artfully dishevelled mop of hair and stubble seen to man and a rakish smile that seems less than trustworthy, and a man who appears to be over six foot and made largely of muscle.