Faolan winces slightly at the mention of Lancelot's kidnapping. In all honesty he hadn't meant to remind the other man of that time. But he can hardly take anything back once the words are out of his mouth.

"I'm sorry.. I didn't mean... But. That wasn't your fault," he says softly. "And it certainly wasn't because you upset any vampires. They would likely have done far worse things if it had been personal." Things like coming after everyone that he held dear. Killing the people he loved most. Turning them -- no, Faolan can't go down that road. Not here and now, not while he's supposed to be at a party. Speaking of...

"Anyway. It doesn't really matter whether you feel like you belong here or not," he says. "None of us will ever quite fit in, after all. I think that's rather the whole point of it all." Trying to create somewhere to feel more at home than among the rest of the citizens of London. He quirks something of a hesitant smile at the other man. "We might as well try to enjoy ourselves here then, yeah?"