Lancelot's smile flicks up a notch, pleased and curious both as she takes his hand.

"That's a beautiful name," he answers, releasing her so he can keep a hold of Lily. She leans to sniff at the new, mysterious stranger curiously -- sensing something a little different but equally use to the feel of magic from being around Lancelot himself. "Not an English one, I think."

Then again, Lancelot is not exactly the picture of Britishness himself.