"The Market," Faolan replies, stepping forward, ruffling Lily's ears on the way out the door before turning to wait for Lancelot to join him outside. Juggling his jacket in his hands as he squints across at him in the sunlight. Definitely won't be needing to put that on any time soon, he thinks to himself, wishing he had some sunglasses besides. "My building isn't too far off from there."

Why would he mind? Because he's already been enough of a pain in the neck already. Because he's going to be accompanying him back to his flat as much to keep him safe as to probably be sure that he doesn't pull a runner. Faolan appreciates his company though. Even if it makes him feel guilty at the same time at the moment. "It's nowhere near as nice as this," he says, apologetically. "But. I can afford it at least."