Faolan clicks his tongue in response to Nancy's stubbornness, to her protest -- of course she would be difficult, of course she would respond like that. But Lancelot's response itself is enough to quell any further reaction from himself, and he takes another step back. Too much alcohol in his system to fully process the scene in front of him, but not too drunk that he doesn't feel somewhat guilty for it after the fact.

"It wasn't my fault," he says at last, before he turns on his heel and heads out the door to the garden, removing himself from the scene as the source of Nancy's troubles. Idly ruffling his fingers over Lily's ears as he goes, gently reassuring the slightly confused look she had acquired in the face of all of this commotion.