Faolan shrugs slightly. "Not really," he says, honestly. Perhaps there is something more of a romance to Lancelot's situation, but Faolan's certainly got an idea of where he would be, if not what he'd be doing exactly. It's the same thing he had been doing for most of the time he had spent in the city for the last decade or so. Trying to make ends meet. Struggling to achieve even the most basics to get by. No, he doesn't miss that at all.

"I know what it would be like," Faolan offers as an explanation after a moment. "And I like my life the way it is now. For all the trouble I find myself in. I could never go back, I don't think. Not anymore..." He shrugs again, feeling awkward for the admission. For all the trouble and the danger, Faolan has a better life now. And he has friends. He has Lancelot. He doesn't think he'd ever have managed to get so close to the other man without that the job they share together, for better or worse.