Faolan raises his eyebrows at the other man for a longer moment before turning back to the task at hand -- that is to say, fishing out the spare keys he had tricked the neighbor into giving him and opening the door. He wonders whether Lancelot would give him a key if he asked, after this? Or whether that's too much of an invasion of his privacy, all things considered. He could just make a copy while he has them, but that would be an invasion of privacy as well...

"He's got a dog," he reminds the other man, glancing back over his shoulder as he starts to get the door open. He can't remember whether Daryl cares for dogs one way or the other, but it's best to warn him now. "She's harmless though. Mostly fur. Just try not to let her out while we're here. We really don't need two missing on our hands right now..."