"No, no here is fine -- unless..." Lancelot hesitates, looking faintly uncomfortable. "Well, unless you -- would rather people not... see me here, or yourself with me. Which -- I would understand, of course, I know you prefer to keep your role less known... And, well..."

He winces slightly, terribly self-conscious all of a sudden of their differences in faction and general beliefs. Not that Lancelot truly thinks Daybreak is the answer to everything, but he well knows Faolan is hardly pleased with them at best.