"Works for me." He flicks her a smile and gestures slightly over his shoulder. "There's a place on the corner I usually go to, but I can defer to the person whose time I'm buying."

Lancleot's smile turns playful as he waits for her to pick a direction, falling into step easily.

"So, is Redbright meeting your expectations?"

Either the faction or the person, he's leaving that deliberately ambiguous.