Faolan turns to watch the other man over his shoulder, shaking his head as he does. Maybe he should sit down but there aren't any seats right here now are there? He's comfortable right where he is, leaning against the counter (or hanging onto it as the case may be).

"It was safe," he says, the alcohol in his system loosening his tongue. "I knew you would like it. I knew you'd probably have something like it. But I could have tried harder." He falls silent for a long moment, the conversation moving internal. He did try harder. But he's no good at this. And that much is clear. And when he's up against so many other players like this, how is he to compare at all?

"You should let me take you out," he says. "Not now, I know you've got the party. But let me take you somewhere nice. Just you and me. Not because I owe you. Because I want to. Please."