Faolan chews his lip for a moment. He knows how this looks, especially after what she had instructed him to do. 'Keep his head down'. Certainly at least until the election had ended.

"I've been responding on an individual basis thus far," he says, glancing up at her warily, before continuing. "Do you have a suggestion?" He would welcome one right about now. Especially one that won't get him further in trouble with the Night Council. He's been in enough trouble recently already.