"You have been a good friend to me, Faolan, good friends always make things easier. Even if they sometimes make things a little more interesting than necessary at the same time."

Like needing help in awkward break-ins, or with severed heads, or standing unexpectedly for election. Lancelot shrugs, picks up his drink to take another sip. Faolan should know he's a good friend already, surely. At least, he hopes he does.