Lancelot elbows Faolan gently, offers him a grin as he pours out some coke for himself.

"Come on Mr Grumpy," he teases gently, "nobody's going to arrest you. Come sit down. Maybe you can even prise Lily off Gwaine for a few minutes."

"Ah! Keep your hands off my girlfriend."

He laughs brightly at Gwaine again, gently tries to draw Faolan back toward the others and pulls up some chairs from the breakfast table.

"She likes Faolan, you'll have stiff competition now. Better keep plying her with treats or she'll leave you."