Faolan nods slightly, glancing at Gwaine, honestly a bit surprised the other man knew anything about it. It's true, after all. If you can get the work, it's good. Depending on what the work is, and who the client is, it was good money. When and where he could get it. It was the dry spells that did him in, though, and when they happened they were rough.

He throws a look sideways at Lancelot, wondering if he really thinks he's good or whether he's just saying so for conversation's sake. He'd said some pretty words to Sylvia for him as well, but he had to wonder what of his work he'd actually experienced. Alright, so there had been the wolf. And the shifter they'd gone after. And then there had been the job with the fae. But...had he really done that much?

Percy's comment amuses him, considering the other man's size, bulk. It's something to latch onto. Something that may find him a common ground, in all of this -- Lancelot. "Good to know that I'm not the only one that he's leaving in the dust," he comments, as casually as he can.