"At the worst," Faolan counters roughly, glancing up at her with narrowed eyes, "I will ruin whatever friendship I have known with him." He shakes his head and looks down at his drink. "It is better he doesn't know. At least that way things will remain the same."

He doesn't want Lancelot to feel awkward around him. Doesn't want him to feel like he needs to hold back, doesn't want him to believe that there are things he cannot say or do around him. He just... There will always be a part of him that wants more. That's all.