"I do," Lancelot said to Elaine with his gravely voice and a small smile. He'd hope he himself would have a more happy reunion than those that choose to keep leaving him. He was still a lone knight looking for his own place. This world had been a twisted one.
Lancelot reached out to shake the jolly man's hand. "How do you do. I am sorry I am a little rusty with my own introductions." His handshake was firm, strong and silent like himself. "I wouldn't want to impose. This is your reunion."