Faolan makes a face at Lancelot's words, as though he can't believe the other man's words. "Politely?" he says, and it's pretty obvious from his tone that he doesn't believe such a thing possible, not for a second. He takes a sip of his drink swirling it in his glass as he paces the room.

"Yes, let's just politely force our way into their homes. Let's just politely tell them that they're being accused. Let's just politely do a shit job searching their place so that we don't have to arrest them for something that someone else suddenly decided it was wrong for them to possess. But let's not do too shit of a job of it lest we be deemed to be purposely acting against the Night Council and thus be turned to stone."