Faolan raises his eyebrows slightly. It's possibly obvious that he's not used to this whole 'making friends' sort of a thing. "I will leave that decision up to you," he says. "I'm certainly not going to tell you to turn me out now." He quirks the corners of his mouth up in something of a smile. "Not before having finished my drink, at least."

He thinks that the other man might be a little bit too nice. That he may be a little bit too forgiving, and that if he's not careful, that's going to get him into a lot of trouble with the supernatural community. But it's been a long time since Faolan's had anything he could even remotely consider friendship, so he's certainly not going to turn this opportunity down. Even if there's a little voice in his head that says he'll be nothing but trouble for the other man.