Faolan knew better than to get himself involved in all of this, considering his current political position. Head of Hillingdon, he needs to think of them as well before he goes rushing himself into any potential conflict that might turn around to point the finger right back at them.

But it's one thing to stay out. And it's another thing entirely to stay away. He doesn't believe that Lancelot should have trusted this invitation. Certainly not from a vampire. But come Lancelot had, to greet the vampires with a righteous anger that somehow, some way it seems he had managed to channel to use to defeat them in turn.

Faolan's not going to question it. Why look a gift horse in the mouth? What he is concerned about is the state of Lancelot after the fight was over. And what he had been thinking accepting it in the first place. He steps forward, frowning up at the other man as he takes it all in, anger coiling tight within him at the creature that did this to the other man.

"I don't know that I would have been much good following the rules anyway," he replies, before taking another hesitant step towards the other man. "Are you alright?" he asks, his eye on a few cuts in particular. Lancelot might have won the duel, but he certainly didn't emerge unscathed.