"I admit, no. I did not know Maglor, particularly, other than when he spoke to me after..." He hesitates mid pour of the drink, tilts his head a little. "After what happened." Lancelot turns and paces over -- holds out one of the drinks to Faolan before sliding into a chair with his own. "Your private life is your own, Faolan. I admit I am curious, but you must not feel you owe it to me to share everything. You do not. I will think no more or less of you regardless of this, you are my friend and ally regardless."

He reaches over after a moment to gently detach Bridei from Lady, to give her a moment of reprieve from his rougher affections. Bridei latches around Lancelot's wrist playfully and he lifts him clear, settles the little dragon back into his lap as he sips his drink.

"Of course," he adds, setting the drink aside, "if you want to tell me do not let me stop you. I know little enough about music myself."