"A different trade?" he echoes quietly, smoothing Bridei's scales. "With music?"

It's a gentle prompt, one to try and keep Faolan going since he seems inclined toward sharing. Lancelot fully stands by his words, that the man does not owe him as such, but if he wishes to share -- well, this other side of him... it does interest him. That he should have lead such a different life.

"Before... what happened, with your family?"

At least, he assumes that was a turning point -- a violent one at that.