Faolan nods slightly, raising the glass in response to the other man's words of thanks. "Least I could do," he answers easily. "I've spent enough nights drinking alone to understand that it's a pleasure to have the company, when I can get it." That much at least is true.

After a moment's hesitation, Faolan reaches into the pocket of his jacket and produces a card, holding it out to Sirius. And yes, it does give more information about himself than he had given before, although not much. Just his full name, phone number, and an email address -- generic, for professional use, but it's hard to tell what he does even still. "If you ever need anything," he says. "That's how to find me. Besides coming here, I suppose."

He tilts his head at Sirius, slightly. "I hope you find what it is you are looking for, in coming back to this place. I'll see what I can do to help you, if I can."