Faolan nods slightly, although Lancelot's words leave him feeling a little hollow. He doesn't expect anything life-changing from this announcement, and he supposes once it's over they'll make their separate ways. He's given Lancelot a lot to think about over the next while, he supposes. Or maybe not. Maybe Lancelot's already made up his mind.

He sticks his hands in his pockets and slumps his way back through the flat to pick up his suit jacket from where he'd dumped it. "Might as well face the music, then," he says, draping the jacket over his arm and making sure that he's stuck his keys and wallet and the lot of it all in the right places to take with him.