Faolan sits back in his chair slightly, trying to take it all in. Wanted for murder, and Faolan had let him in. Given him a place to stay. At the time he hadn't known, but now... It would be a lot harder to argue that, given the circumstances. And yet.

"And here you are still," he says. He pauses for a long moment before speaking up once more. "I'm not going to turn you in or anything. If that's what you're worried about. You realize the spot that this puts me in though, I hope." Harboring a wanted man and all.