"I'll shut the door," Lance assures him. "Just leave your jacket wherever, throw it on the bed or hang it out by the front hall if you prefer."

He digs his hands into his pockets, offers Faolan an easy smile in contrast to the other man's obvious nerves.

"Don't worry, they don't bite. I can make it easier with a rum and coke though, you can pour the rum."

Lancelot gently guides Faolan to turn around and begin walking back out, hand at the small of his back and ready to close the door behind them once they're clear to keep Lily out.