Faolan quirks his eyebrows slightly at that explanation. With wanted posters up about the city, saying that he's 'got a bit of a history' is a bit of an understatement, he thinks. But he doesn't push. Not too hard at least.

"Would you tell me about it?" he asks, glancing back at the other man. It makes sense now of course. The hours Sirius had kept at Hillingdon, the way he'd been cautious of getting back in in general. He cocks his head at the other man. "We can go back to my office, if you'd like."

But Faolan is going to find out the truth here.