Faolan can't help the slight flush that spreads across his face at the conspiratorial whispering the other man is offering. He's vaguely aware that however the other man means what he's saying its not how his brain is interpreting it but that is neither here nor there really. It might be worth it indeed, he thinks to himself, and shifts awkwardly in his seat for a moment.

"I happen to have been one of the lucky few to have consumed the tea the last time they tried anything of the sort," Faolan points out, not realizing until after the fact that maybe he doesn't really want to be reminding the other man of that time. "I could get lucky again. You never know. Maybe they'd do it on purpose. I am a faction leader, you know."