There's a long moment as the junior agent - well, now full agent, actually. The new Galahad. The sudden thought made him catch his breath and pause. Of course the title had been given to him, it was only natural he would step into Harry's place at the table, but it suddenly felt wrong with the other sitting across from him. Not only that, but he was sure what he was about to relate would break a part of Harry's heart. It had broken a part of his.

"I mean me, Merlin, and Lancelot," he said, keeping his hands in his lap to avoid drumming them on the table, forced himself not to bounce his knee or stuff his hands in his suit pockets and slouch. Prim and proper. A gentleman in all things. "We stopped Valentine." A breath, because how do you tell someone that a man they so looked up to, trusted, had betrayed them all?

"The other agents might have been around to handle it, but there wasn't time. Arthur... Arthur was working with Valentine," he said softly. "I bet Valentine got to him when he was there at the shop that day. I saw the scar, behind his ear," he tapped the position behind his own. "He tried to poison and kill me because I refused to agree to help him with Valentine's plot. I switched the cups and he poisoned himself." So Eggsy had killed him. It had been hard, but it was necessary, and at the time his anger had fueled him, and left the hollowness of betrayal and shock for later. "So I grabbed Merlin and Lancelot was the only other agent nearby, and we used Arthur's phone to get into Valentine's bunker and stop him." It had been much more than that in the thick of it, but he didn't want to be long winded about it, not really.

He glanced at the bar. Where was a waiter? Now he really needed a drink...