Lancer was no less nervous than Issei--possibly more so, given he was dealing with foreign customs of a foreign era. He just needed to relax, to act like nothing had changed.

Easier said than done. But no, he would just trust Issei's judgment on what to do, and follow along attentively. He was excellent at following others; in fact, it might well have been one of the things he was best at.

When he arrived, it was in the same clothes he'd worn to visit Makoto, amulet hidden underneath his shirt and a hesitant smile on his face.

"I'm sorry, am I late?"