Faolan's head whips around to her as he shoots her a glare. If she is seeking to win Faolan over, or to convince him into actually listening to her advice for that matter, she's certainly not doing a very good job of it.

"Fuck off," Faolan growls, trying not to let on the fact that her words had cut sharp and deep. That she's casually pouring salt into the open wound of fears that Faolan has harbored for longer than he'd care to admit. Almost as long as he'd had feelings for the other man in the first place, really. "You don't even know me."