Lancelot presses his lips together and drops his eyes away, something that isn't awkwardness this time -- an inscrutable sort of expression that speaks of controlling something he doesn't want to show.

"February," he prompts, "I know you have not forgotten. Faolan, trace this back. If someone is manipulating you in some way, then -- the more information we have about when it started the quicker we can do something about it."