He disregards the comment about trust, instead contemplating the meat of her words there. James Memon. Faolan has heard the name before, although it takes him a moment to place it. The werewolves. "What kind of an offer?" he asks. Of course a political one. Given the direction he has taken the faction lately, he has half a mind to assume she means something for a faction dispute as well.

He wants to say that he'll agree to her offer no matter what, because she is his friend and making his errors up to her means more now than ever before, but even so. He is the leader of the Hillingdon clan and a Guardian besides. He can't jump into anything without thinking about it first.