He shakes his head at that, drops his eyes to his food as he begins cutting it up.

"Stop apologising, Faolan. I'm not angry with you, I'm not going to make you leave so please just -- stop apologising. You've done nothing wrong. Well," and Lancelot winces -- jerks an eyebrow slightly as he looks up. "I could have done without the fighting and drunken antics, admittedly, but you've already apologised for that anyway. So please, just -- take a breath. Eat your food. Just... allow me a minute to catch up with all this before you jump to your own conclusions and leave. Please?"