Lancelot pauses at that, regarding Faolan with a quiet sort of confusion.

"Well, I'm definitely here. If you're imagining me it'll be awkward for both of us because I'm not sure I want to admit to not being real." He lofts an eyebrow, rest his hands on the small kitchen table so he doesn't have to drop them too low. "If you ask to leave one more time though I'll start to be offended and think you dislike my company. You only just arrived."