"Miss you?" Lancelot echoes, finally closing the file and lofting an eyebrow at Faolan. "I might, if I thought you wouldn't call me and text me. I'm not expecting this to be a deep undercover investigation."

He didn't think it needed to be, at least, this wasn't (as far as he was aware) some sort of intense infiltration deal. Just going to a show and feeling a person out.