Faolan quickly assesses the situation unfolding before him. The date hadn't been going the best as far as he could tell -- hell, as far as he knew, Lancelot didn't even really register that it had been a date, when he'd asked it of him. But that didn't mean that he's willing to let this woman insert herself and take it away from him. He had worked hard to get up the courage to ask. Worked hard to research the restaurant, worked hard to assure they would get seats, worked hard to reassure himself that there would be something that Lancelot would like about it. And they hadn't even managed to order yet.

One look at Lancelot's expression says all that Faolan needs to know about this situation.

"Excuse me, Elaine was it?" Faolan asks. He pushes himself to stand -- not that his height helps all that much, but it's better than addressing her from his seat. "Elaine, it's lovely to meet you, but I had reserved this table for two and I intend for it to remain as such."