Lancelot presses his lips together at that, mock-irritated at Faolan's easy non-answer of whatever you want.

"We're eating together, Faolan. Unless you intend to just sit there and watch me eat."

He lofts an eyebrow questioningly, drops his eyes back to the menu as he scans it.

"We could split a starter, though? There must be something we could share --"

Only something pricks at his senses and he frowns, looks up and around the restaurant with a slight frown. It's an odd sort of feeling, yet one that is familiar now. The sense that he's being watched.