Faolan's eyes narrow, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion himself as he listens to Lancelot speak.
"You're a member of the police," Faolan responds. "You're a Guardian. Lancelot..." He trails off slightly, shaking his head. "You are a good man, and that's rare these days. Everyone likes you. Look at how many people were at your party yesterday. Everyone would like to work with you -- Sylvia would take you over me in a heartbeat, and don't you dare deny that. And--" He flushes slightly. "Almost anyone with eyes is attracted to you, in some way or another. You can't tell me that you haven't noticed that."
He shuts his eyes for a moment, shaking his head. Suddenly everything is pounding. "You can't just. Put us up against each other like that. Six months ago? A year? I was nobody. I was barely even getting by, I mean. I've lived on the street, I've done... Some pretty terrible things, just to survive. To make ends meet. You can't just... Tell me not to like you because you don't think that you deserve it. That isn't how this works."
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"You're a member of the police," Faolan responds. "You're a Guardian. Lancelot..." He trails off slightly, shaking his head. "You are a good man, and that's rare these days. Everyone likes you. Look at how many people were at your party yesterday. Everyone would like to work with you -- Sylvia would take you over me in a heartbeat, and don't you dare deny that. And--" He flushes slightly. "Almost anyone with eyes is attracted to you, in some way or another. You can't tell me that you haven't noticed that."
He shuts his eyes for a moment, shaking his head. Suddenly everything is pounding. "You can't just. Put us up against each other like that. Six months ago? A year? I was nobody. I was barely even getting by, I mean. I've lived on the street, I've done... Some pretty terrible things, just to survive. To make ends meet. You can't just... Tell me not to like you because you don't think that you deserve it. That isn't how this works."