"He did. It wasn't an... accident, his being in my dreams. He said he wanted to... get to know me."

Which, to Lancelot, is still ridiculous. Why not just talk to him? Why go delving into his head?

He takes a slow breath, shakes his head.

"That... isn't my only concern, though. When I went to talk to him about it... Southwark was his idea. Taking it back from Islington. Which it -- well, he is part of Islington. I thought, perhaps... Forgive me, I don't know what I thought. That he was... letting me know he didn't agree with other vampires. Persuading me to strike out at Millicent because she was worse than he was. Yet.... the timing."

Lancelot pauses, winces and closes his eyes.

"I think I was their distraction."

Wince, well, while all that was going down... Millicent went down elsewhere.