Faolan nods slightly -- while his first thought might not have been funeral but more concert dress, he understands what the other man means by too much black. Good thing he didn't own any black bow ties or that would really fit the bill, though if he did he wouldn't have brought it out as a suggestion anyway.

He tosses his jacket across the arm of the sofa before he turns back and puts the rest of the ties away -- he does like to keep his flat neat and tidy, even if there's hardly anything in it. He makes his way back out into the main room and promptly begins struggling with his tie. "I don't know why I'm bothering with this," he says. Both in frustration as well as because he's convinced himself he isn't going to win.