Her lack of response, the way she thins her lips, that is all Lancelot needs to know the answer. His eyes lower self-consciously, feeling a little ashamed to be the cause of so much trouble -- even if directly. Yet at the motion of the phone being held out he focuses again, squints at the screen and tries to memorise the names of the roads -- mentally cross-referencing them to try and workout how he can get there quickest.

Sylvia's words make him startle, though, and he blinks at her in surprise -- takes a slow breath. Norrell's purge. Of all the things -- why on earth would he do such a thing, let alone in the name of Norrell's purge? He nods once, fingers tightening around the iron, and tries to steady himself.

"Of course," he says, and he feels a little like a reprimanded child being given extra credit work. Make it up to me with this thing and we'll say no more about it. "I will do my best to make sure it is done quickly and quietly."