Lancelot laughs and eases back, tugging Faolan to lounge with him again.

"Who am I to stop a handsome man singing if he wishes to? Lily seemed excited by your performance too."

He grins and looks over at her, shrugs after a moment.

"I don't think you're losing your mind, though. The seelie court is the fae court of summer. It makes sense you might feel that from me. Perhaps you're more sensitive to it than you were before?"