Faolan finds himself slightly on edge, both in response to the magic floating his office around him as well as the fact that Lancelot has hardly ever raised his voice at him, and certainly not in such a manner as that. Not even when he's obviously been exasperated with him.
He keeps himself from taking a step back though he holds his hands up in something of a defensive gesture just to be certain. Lancelot's reactions from there certainly aren't giving him much to go on as to the other man's stability (or current lack thereof).
Faolan does not speak up to voice his questions, but instead merely raises an eyebrow inquisitively at the other man that says it all. What the hell was that all about?
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He keeps himself from taking a step back though he holds his hands up in something of a defensive gesture just to be certain. Lancelot's reactions from there certainly aren't giving him much to go on as to the other man's stability (or current lack thereof).
Faolan does not speak up to voice his questions, but instead merely raises an eyebrow inquisitively at the other man that says it all. What the hell was that all about?