Lancelot tilts his head at that, turns to inspect the fae in question.

"As long as they punch each other and not me I suppose that's fine."

He flashes a smile, moves closer to the bar and pulls himself up a stool as he digs through his pockets. A moment later he digs out a teabag sealed in a small plastic sandwich bag.

"I don't suppose you know anything about this?" he prompts, and tilts his head curiously before offering a slow smile. "Tea spiked with fairy magic."