His face? What -- but then Faolan is carrying on. The way he looked at her, he says, the way he looks at -- both of them? All of them? It isn't the same? Lancelot blinks at him incredulously, brow furrowing deeper in confusion. Why does he let him stay? Is he too... safe?

He blinks again, trying to process this.

"Why -- I let you stay because you're my friend, Faolan. I was unaware that I shouldn't? If it -- bothers you to be here you are not obligated to be, I... suppose I thought you were fine with it?"