He quirks a smile at that, something gentle and wry.

"Latin blood runs hot. We only know strong words."

Then he pats Faolan's hand, pushes to his feet again and lets go of him so he can return to the kitchen.

"Besides which, isn't that how friendship works? I shouldn't even need to promise you, Faolan, you should know I will always be here."

Adjusting the heat again he offers Faolan a lopsided smile, shrugs a little.

"Sure you only want water? You look exhausted."