"Perhaps there are," Faolan says, glancing around at the crowd and feeling grateful that they are all far away over there and nowhere near enough to be able to hear him as he continues. "And perhaps you don't need my help, no. But you were the one who suggested that life was more exciting when I was about, didn't you?"

He surges forward, lest giving himself too much time to think will make him think better of his actions. "Come to dinner with me? Not now of course, but. Next week, maybe? Just the two of us." He flicks the other man something of a soft, timid smile even as he can feel his stomach churning with anxiety -- god what is be doing, is it the alcohol that put him up to this, what? "A night out to enjoy together, just you and me..."