"You want me to spy for you. On my own people," he says, the words more of a statement than a question. The sound of his voice less offended by the idea than the average person might be, perhaps. At heart, after all, they are after the same thing. Allegedly. Whether that should hold true in times to come has yet to be seen -- if he should truly sniff out a threat, after all, he can only imagine what he's going to be asked to do about it. But it's a good strategic move, on her part, and it makes Faolan think better of her for asking.

He takes a moment to contemplate the matter, eyes directed down at the teacup in his hands, swirling the drink in the cup before he speaks up to give his response. "I do not know whether I have any choice in the matter to begin with," he says, flicking his eyes up to her again. "But I will do what you ask." He takes a deep breath in and lets it out slowly. "They will not listen to outside reason. And those on the inside are more likely to voice their assent than to keep the peace." He glances across at her, studying her features for a moment, before continuing, "I will do what I can."