Maybe he could reconcile himself with that, with being one of two favourites. He'd never had a problem sharing before, had he? Whatever made Lancelot happy. And Lord love him if Lexi wasn't positively radiant, wasn't beaming more than she had been since their paths had crossed again.
... and damned if that didn't make him feel all sorts of wretched, knowing he wasn't ever quite enough to inspire that, not on his own. Because what was Arthur? Cuckholded king of one lonely kingdom.
Still, he could be civil. For Lancelot's sake, at least. With a moderate approximation of a cordial smile he extended his hand, taking Arthur's firmly. “It seems to have his love, Sir, in this life as in any other. So you have my fealty also.”
It was a pretty speech. He wasn't going to bow, though.