Faolan frowns at the idea of it. No, his friendship with a Guardian isn't necessarily going to be seen as a positive thing. Not when the opinion of the Night Council is so otherwise lacking. But the way that Lancelot looks, in response to the idea that Faolan might want to squirrel him away because he's ashamed of him.

"To hell with them," Faolan replies. "You're here as my guest, as my friend. I am allowed to have friends, aren't I?" he asks, perhaps a little more defensively than he should. It isn't Lancelot he'll need to argue the point across to, after all.

He lets out a low breath and steps forward closer to the other man. "You're here to help. Anyone who has a problem with that bring it to me. This isn't about the Night Council, or Daybreak, or whatever other affiliations you may or may not have. It's about your support of Hillingdon." A beat, before he feels compelled to ask, because he's honestly never sure that they've ever spoken about it before. An awkward thought, considering he's their leader, and all. "You... Do support Hillingdon, don't you?" Even just vaguely? Peripherally?