[absolutely amazed by lehko's immediate reversal of grace and gracelessness, francel extends his placid stare until well after the question has sunk in — and then he sort of serenely blinks, and shakes himself from his reverie, and reconsiders their situation.]

Er... where were we, indeed? Ah...

I think you were telling me something of your Shadow Lord, before you... came in. Yes, something of that sort. You... you can help yourself to more, if you'd like.