Faolan stares at the other man incredulously. He had understood that Lancelot was a humble man, of course he had, but he supposes until this moment he had not realized perhaps that Lancelot's opinion of himself was as low as it is. Of course he knew that the other man had questioned why anyone would be interested in him before. And he knew, hazily, from yesterday's conversation that because of his background, he had had to grow up with less than others might have done. But the way he acted most of the time, Faolan wouldn't have thought that it bothered him. He's either very good at hiding the fact that it does, or. He's convinced himself that he's somehow lesser, that this is what he deserves. And Faolan can't figure out which thought hurts more.

"I may have had a lot to drink, but I do remember some things from yesterday. Enough to remember what you said, about me. How I make things 'more interesting than necessary', I believe your words were," Faolan retorts. "There are plenty of other people out there who are far less of a challenge than I am, and I know it. And yet here I am, despite all that. You said that I was a good friend. That my...difficulties didn't cancel that out." He frowns up at the other man. "So why should this be any different?"