"It's hardly the Caribbean," Faolan agrees, wryly. "It does have its own charms though, although I suppose the same can be said of most places, in the end, even the shit ones." He shrugs slightly.

"Anyway, I'm not the swimsuit type either." Too many bruises. Too many scars. Raises too many questions, turns too many heads, draws far too much attention for his liking. It's not that he's not unattractive. Just that he's not really looking for all those eyes to be on him for those reasons. "I suppose that's why London suits me just fine, in the end," he says, finishing the thought.