Faolan glances up at the other man and knows within his heart that he can't correct the other man. Correct him to say that he hadn't actually meant for it to be merely a treat -- perhaps if he had then he might have chosen somewhere a bit less... Well, like this. That he had something else in mind in choosing this venue. He supposes that's neither here nor there now. He'll just have to go along with it now, he supposes. The alternative is far more awkward and embarrassing than Faolan would care to create things just now.

"Whatever you'd like," Faolan replies. "Like I said, it's my treat."