"Perhaps," Lancelot allows, and flickers a smile. "Although I admit, I do not think this place suits me as well as it might. Not for any lack of talent on in your dancers, only... something in myself. I am poor at being casual with my feelings. Perhaps that is... childish of me, I could not say."

He shrugs fractionally, drops his eyes to drink then turns them up at the dancers again.

"I only end up feeling I am lacking something, rather than enjoying the moment."