Faolan feels like he might as well keep his eyebrows permanently raised around this one. She reminds him something of himself when he was younger. Was he really so prickly? Has he really changed all that much since? He's not really in a position to say one way or the other, still being himself, after all.

"I said I'd come, didn't I?" he counters. "I'll be there. But unless you're volunteering a change of clothes, I'd rather grab some of my own, if it's all the same to you. My standards may be rather low but I do have them, you know."