Faolan's grateful that Lancelot doesn't question him too much, but then again, that's Lancelot. He seems to pretty much just go with the flow with just about everything that is thrown at him. It's both admirable and infuriating in equal measures, at times. At the last, however, Lancelot provides him with the topic that he's always certain will go over well with the other man. His dog.

"I hope that she's been behaving for you in the last while," he says. "Hasn't gone on too many muddy adventures before you were ready for that bath, or the likes..." He glances up at the other man again. "Then again, you could have called me over again, if you'd needed help wrangling her. I wouldn't have minded." He'd have been happy to help, in all honesty.