"I don't," Lancelot admits, "I won't say I do. But I do know Faolan. I know he didn't want to be there, to be lying. He had no choice. He isn't the one who made the decision."

Lancelot lofts an eyebrow, willing Nancy to put together what he isn't saying, and reaches one hand back to rest on Faolan. To make sure he's still there and isn't about to lunge past him at her. Hesitating a second he glances back at Faolan, weighing up his expression before sidestepping a little.

"Please," he adds, "just... take five."