If Faolan were a bigger, taller man he might actually follow Daryl's advice. But being a good five inches shorter and at least a dozen pounds lighter than Lancelot himself, there's no way that he'd manage it. He doesn't have the super strength of Lancelot himself, or the rest of them, no doubt. Just because he's technically a metahuman these days thanks to his abilities gained in the fairy realm, it's only really sensory, and nothing good in a moment like this.

He rolls his eyes slightly at the thought of it, before all but dragging Lancelot up the stairs with him. Relying on Sirius and Daryl to keep them all safe from attack as they stumble from the kitchen and out through the house towards the safety of the sunlight beyond.