Faolan glances down at Lancelot and feels bad for the fact that he's probably half the reason the other man looks like he wants to crawl under the table and disappear. But Faolan has a point to be made. He's not going to let her just waltz in on his life like this. He won't let her steamroll over Lancelot either. The pair of them obviously aren't friends, and Faolan feels his hackles rising as he instinctively fights to protect the other man from her.

"No," Faolan says, both to the waiter and to Elaine herself. "You won't stay at all. And neither will we." He glances down at Lancelot, an apology in his eyes. He doubts that they can recover from this, not at this restaurant at least, and for that he is sorry. He had tried. For Lancelot's sake. "Let's go," he says, his voice softer as he addresses Lancelot than the way he had just been speaking to Elaine.