He glances up at her, trying to parse out her questions and what order to answer them in. "Lancelot was aware. And no, we didn't plan it. If you were going to ask that. I was just as surprised to find him a Guardian as..." Well, not as she might have been, all things considered. "As anyone else might have been."

He sits back in his chair, trying to keep himself in check, but the anger on her face hurts, and Faolan's never been good at dealing with such a feeling. "Why do you think I kept it from you?" he asks, bluntly. "I knew you didn't like them. I knew you wouldn't like this. And there's nothing I can do about it. Not for you, not for me, not for anyone." He looks back up at her, before feeling compelled to ask, "What does whether I'm human or not have anything to do with this, anyway?"