As far as Lancelot's concerned a flat is a flat. It's not so bad, and although it's sparse that might just be because Faolan is a tidy and minimalist sort of man. Who is he to judge? His flat is gently worn by doggy enthusiasm and probably constantly a little coated in dog hair. In contrast, Faolan's feels appealingly clean at that moment.

So he shrugs in answer, shakes his head.

"Not that I can think of. It shouldn't take too long, anyway, then I might just head back."