Faolan's gotten pretty good at reading facial expression and body language throughout the years. You have to be, if you want to stay alive, with the job(s) he has. He can tell that he's obviously annoyed her simply by being there. But he's never been a pushover, or a gentleman for that matter -- why start now?

"No, go ahead," he says, sipping his coffee for a moment, swirling the words she's said around in his head, getting a flavor of them as much as he's getting a flavor of the coffee in his mouth. He turns slightly in his seat, knowing that he's hardly been invited to do so -- hell, he'd hate it if someone were to come up and start bothering him if he were wanting a quiet moment alone. Though he can't help asking, "'Need' to be here?"