Faolan flicks something of a smile at the suggestion that it might be the cat. So the cat wasn't just for the photographs, then? He watches as Lancelot takes the file back from him and flicks through it, adjusting the way he's perched on the edge of the desk to make himself more comfortable as he settles in to listen.

"Feel it out," he repeats. "With their own abilities, I take it." He cocks his head at the other man slightly. "Manchester isn't too far to go. I could check it out, if you need volunteers. D'you think the Council would spot the cost?" he asks, quirking something of a smirk at him as he does. He knows just as well as Lancelot does how tight they can be on these things, but then again, this is their investigation.