Faolan nods slightly, slipping his phone and his wallet out of his pockets and dumping them on the coffee table in front of them, shrugging his jacket off and tossing it over the arm of the sofa before taking his seat. Settling down next to the other man and leaning back into his seat with a soft sigh.

"All taken care of," he says, playing with the bottle in his hands for a moment before taking a healthy sip. Leaning forward after a moment to pull two coasters close to them, one for each of them before thinking better about putting his drink down and resting it on his knee instead. He's fidgeting slightly, but he's trying to keep himself from thinking too hard about anything. Certainly not about how close they are now, in his flat now, nor about what Landelot had meant before, in the taxi, about not needing to try to impress him.

He glances aside at the other man. Okay, so maybe he is thinking about it all. Just a little...