'Make her stop'. Lancelot takes a slow breath and lets it out with a sigh, dropping his eyes to his drink and then lifting it to take a sip. It buys him time to think, to process how he wants to answer.

"You're thinking of a restraining order?" he says finally. "I've thought about it. I'd rather talk to her first, though. These things stay on people's records, and she's still... young."

Young and foolish.