Faolan blinks, unable to help his surprise, before shaking himself out of it. "Yeah, we. Here," he says, and steps forward, putting a hand on the other man's lower back and turning him to lead the pair of them out of the office for the moment.

"There's a sitting room," he explains. "It'll be better to talk there. And there's a liquor cabinet." Someone had been seeing that it was kept stocked, and it sure as hell hadn't been him. "Unless you'd rather go out?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. It's an honest question, of course. He'd drop everything and accompany the other man to the closest bar right there and then, even if it might be a little more difficult to talk about magic and heads in such a setting.