[ Lancelot's anger simmers high, peaks in a flare of righteous grandeur at least as he twitches. It is true, in some ways, that he is loyalties have wavered before -- that he has friends in the Unseelie court. Yet Lancelot is loyal to this court in place of Camelot, has fought every month for eight long months and to have such a thing questioned by a stranger is intolerable. In a better state he might stomach it calmly, but he has been caught off guard, shaken, and memories he wished to suppress have been woken. ]

I swore an oath of service to this court, I have fought and bled for this court and I will not have my loyalties questioned by a man who is as a stranger to me. Do not presume to know my heart.