Faolan has sat forward in his chair, leaning his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands as he listens to the other man talk. Trying to make out what it all means. What it all could mean. Busy thinking hard enough that he doesn't know how to react to such a suggestion at first. He raises his eyebrows, blinking for a moment and wondering what could have led the other man to suggest doing such a thing again.

"Well," he says, after a moment. "No one's forcing you. If you think it would help is one matter. But you don't have anything to prove to me. I believe you." He raises his eyebrows again and sits back in his chair. "It does sound rather mad, to be true, but that isn't to say that you didn't experience what you say. So unless you really want...?" He shrugs slightly.