Faolan bites back a comment about how he imagined it should have been obvious he'd been spying, at this point. Being a Guardian, working as her bodyguard. But maybe it hadn't been. Ah, well. He'd said enough to give that one up now as well. Which of course let Nancy know that Sylvia had planted him there -- if the Midnight witches hadn't figured that out already they were going to love that little fact. And Sylvia was going to love the fact that he'd given it away in a drunken rant as well, no doubt.

"I did my job," Faolan responds. "What does it matter whose orders I was following? It's all the same in the end." He frowns at her. "Look, do you think I had any choice in the matter? If it weren't me, it would have been someone else. That's just the way it goes."