Faolan blinks at the other man, stunned at how easily it had been to get the other man's acceptance into his little scheme, before he nods. "I... Have sat house for him before," he elaborates. "It wouldn't be all that much of a lie. Someone's got to stay to look after Lily as it is."

He falters slightly before explaining, "Who. Is his dog, yeah. Sorry. I forget who they've met and who they haven't. Lily's generally the star of the show if you know anything about him at all. But you see, my friend..." He takes in a breath, letting it out slowly before continuing. "His name is Lancelot, and he's the Head Guardian of the Night Council. And I understand how much of a risk that might be for you. But if you're still up for it -- we could leave whenever you're ready."