Faolan shakes his head slightly. "It's not Hillingdon that I've come to you about," he says, honestly, because he knows that in all truth he knows more about his own organization than Lancelot could himself. And even if he explained, well. It would only be the information as told through his eyes.

"No, I mean. You've dealt with Sylvia. You work with her. You..." He trails off slightly, moving to pick up his fork and start to gather a bite of food together, though he doesn't start eating yet. "You've given a much better impression to her than I have," he concedes, which is as delicately as he can think to phrase it. "I figured... If anyone could help guide me on how to approach a negotiation with her, it would be you."