"But he didn't have to use it," Lancelot insists, unsure if it's a statement or a question really. If he's trying to defend his opinion or ask for reassurance on it. He winces at himself, eyes flicking up to her then away again.

"Forgive me," he says more quietly, "I just... I suppose I'm... sensitive, to... that sort of thing."

To thinks in his head he didn't know were there, or didn't invite to be there.