"I've been told I can be very persuasive," he agrees, and leans over to frown at the injury. It does look like it's healing cleanly, which is a small but significant blessing. "Haven't had another run in with your friend and his dog, I hope?"

He settles back into his seat, frowns in concern at Faolan as he takes another sip of his coffee. The fly dives past and his attention flits to it vaguely in irritation. It better not land in his coffee, that's for sure.