Lancelot's words confuse and surprise Faolan, enough to have him glancing up and over to the other man in turn. It takes him a moment to process the analogy, the fact that Lancelot has made it at all surprising him so much.

"Settle for...?" he asks, raising his eyebrows slightly at that. "Lancelot, I don't." He shakes his head for a moment. "I don't know what you're trying to say about me, or. What you're trying to say about yourself for that matter. But I'm not settling on anything. And what I deserve? You've always been far kinder, far more supportive, far more forgiving than anything I've ever deserved. That's what I've been trying to tell you."