Faolan shakes his head slightly. "It's not your fault," he says, keeping his hand on the other man's back, throwing glances over his shoulder until they are safely around the corner and out of the view of the restaurant itself. So much for his plans for the evening, he thinks to himself, before turning back to Lancelot again.

"She was following you," he said. "You didn't have any say in the matter yourself. Even if you'd noticed before, there wouldn't have been much else to do about it besides this anyway." He shrugs slightly, before turning his gaze to the road ahead of them. Sticking his hands in his pockets as he does.

"At least we hadn't gotten around to ordering yet. It would have been harder to walk out if there had been a ticket to handle." Small blessings, he supposes.