Lancelot had lost track of time there with Morgan. A few days could have passed for all he knew, it usually ended up much longer than that. Part of her charms or her influence over him. So many times he thought he’d just break down and give her what she wanted, but the knight in him held steadfast. As long as he held back she’s keep coming after him, and maybe the tiniest part of him wanted to know someone cared that much, even if it was just pure obsession. It validated that he was still important when he felt so useless.
He looked to her and then to the door. Who would be there for him. He was was here on his own accord, even if she had kidnapped him. He hadn’t tried to escape, he gave that up so long ago.