Faolan raises his eyebrows further as he moves to sit himself behind his desk in turn. It's a conversation he's had several times over with several other members of Hillingdon, but this is the first time it's coming at him from the outside before.

"Kept in check," Faolan repeats. "What are you proposing?" Two can play at this game. Faolan would rather get straight to the bottom of the matter than waste time faffing about trying to determine what sort of motivations the other man has. Better to just come out and ask.