'You posh sort', she says, and he raises his eyebrows at her again, turning back to Nancy to shoot her an incredulous look. Not necessarily about the idea of the cufflinks -- though he'd had something more personal than the cufflinks in mind -- but more in regards to her description of Faolan himself.

"Posh?" he asks her, bluntly. "Is that what you think of me? Of Lancelot?" If Faolan is posh, he can't imagine what she must think of actual posh people.