He takes a slow breath to steady himself once Faolan is turned away, pushes off the cabinet and picks up his drink before ambling through to the living room.

"I'm fine, thank you," he answers, flopping down again and sliding his bottle onto the table. After a moment he thinks better of that and picks it up again to drink some. If the entire evening is going to vary between awkward and tense he might need it. "Sit down. I promise I'm fine."