Faolan doesn't have much fight in him at the moment -- physically at least -- and even if he did Lancelot is far stronger than him, so it doesn't take much effort at all to get Faolan seated where Lancelot wants him.

Just because he's sitting down doesn't mean he's going to drop it. Because it rather is a competition, to him at least. And despite the fact that he's the one whose bag is sitting in Lancelot's room, he wasn't the one who had put the hopeful look in the other man's eyes. Who had made him shy and bashful and -- he doesn't stand a chance does he?

"It's because I'm trouble isn't it?" he asks, turning his gaze up at the other man. "Isn't it? Don't say I'm not. Nancy hates me, Sylvia thinks I'm a nuisance, most of Hillingdon wants nothing to do with me. Even the vampire is doing better than I am here," he says, and the acidity in his voice around the word is practically dripping.