He's still struggling when Faolan's voice filters through and Lancelot looks down at him, eyes widening for a second before they flick back up and pinpoint Sirius. He recognises that voice too. That means --
Struggling again he tries to hoist himself up to fight free of his ropes at little more.
"Knife?" He prompts, wincing as his wrists squirm in the ropes. Something to cut him free with. Although he supposes Faolan can't actually reach on his own unless he has something to stand on. Stopping mid struggle he casts around for something that will fit and spots a table and chairs, cocks his head toward them then yanks one over toward them with magic perhaps a little more aggressively than he intended. His eyes are still flitting about a little nervously, slightly afraid that any minute now they'll be swarmed with vampires again.
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Struggling again he tries to hoist himself up to fight free of his ropes at little more.
"Knife?" He prompts, wincing as his wrists squirm in the ropes. Something to cut him free with. Although he supposes Faolan can't actually reach on his own unless he has something to stand on. Stopping mid struggle he casts around for something that will fit and spots a table and chairs, cocks his head toward them then yanks one over toward them with magic perhaps a little more aggressively than he intended. His eyes are still flitting about a little nervously, slightly afraid that any minute now they'll be swarmed with vampires again.