He is indeed worried that he picked a bad restaurant or rather, worried that he picked the wrong place for Lancelot. He can't know so early into the meal though and do he forces himself to swallow back as much of his nerves as he can.

"That too," Faolan admits, to the question of the review. He really had asked around and done some research before he had landed on this place as a suggestion after all. And of course he had looked into reviews as well. He wasn't about to take regular advice on face value. This is important for him to get right, after all. It's why he's feeling so nervous, really.

At the question of the booking, Faolan may or may not flush slightly -- it could just be the lighting -- as he answers carefully. "I... Well, I mean, it wasn't easy exactly, but. I was able to pull some strings." He had been relentless, really. Been in a waiting list for this time while he held another, called so often he suspects they had probably given it to him to stop him. He supposed that worked in his favor though, really.

He pauses a beat before asking, a bit hesitantly, "I hope it's alright?"