"Ah, you wish to invite input? Well, if you are to take requests perhaps we should request something about my valiant friend here."

Lancelot eases back into his chair now Bridei is settled with Faolan, holds out a hand to Lady as she pads closer to sit beside him and lean against his legs. His eyes drop down to the little dog, one hand rubbing at her chest and legs soothingly.

"Lady Brave, honorary Knight of the Golden Cadre, guardian and heroine. If I am to have a song written about me I should think she well deserves her own."

Lady makes a vague grumbling sound of assent, face resting against Lancelot's legs and eyes closed as she's fussed over. Yes, a song about her would be good she thinks. Lancelot's eyes lift back to Faolan and he smiles, something warm and playful.

"I swear there will be no suffering on my part," he assures him more seriously.