"Invited doesn't mean you have to come, but I suppose if there's free food and drink..."

Then why not? He shrugs slightly, flickers Daryl another smile. He seems to be having fun, so maybe he misjudged him. Maybe he's more of a party type than he first thought.

"I admit, I was a... little cautious myself -- but things seem to be going fine for now."

When the fae get drunker though, who knows. Lancelot may be steeped in fae magic himself, but he wouldn't trust a fae more than he had to. Especially not this many on one place.