Faolan quirks something of a smile at her, before nodding. "He helped me," he says, which if she knows Lancelot at all, should come as no surprise. "I had been...attacked. Got cut up pretty badly." He shrugs slightly. "Happened to run into him on the street, and he patched me up. Made sure that I went to the hospital." He looks down at his feet, toeing his shoe in the grass slightly before he continues.

"Then... I guess you could say that I got him caught up in my mess. And I had to help get him out of it." He shrugs again. "And he's been keeping something of an eye on me ever since. I'd like to say that I've done the same in return, but. He doesn't seem to find himself in anywhere near as much trouble."