Faolan glances down at her himself, into those big, sad brown eyes, and then glances back up at the other man, quirking something of a smirk at him. "I think I'll take my chances," he says. "Against you and your dog. It's like I said before. I'm tougher than I look."

If Faolan were the type to wink, he might have done so at that moment. Perhaps luckily for the pair of them, he isn't, and so he lets the opportunity pass them by. "And I know your dog is a great deal less ferocious than you make her out to be. She looks far more liable to chew your ankles off for not sharing than in defense against me. What would she think of you, spinning lies about her." He clicks his tongue softly, shaking his head and taking another casual sip of his coffee as he does.