Lancelot could not help but smile despite himself. It was sweet, the way she went on that way. "I appreciate your faith, my lady," he said, both to show he did not mind her string of speech, and because it was the truth. He chanced a glance at her then, meeting her eyes, and was relieved to see no difference in the warmth there. "You are all... alright with it, then? Merlin's... abilities?" he asked the question mostly so he would not get caught up and stare too long.