Faolan raises his eyebrows at her slightly, both at her words and at the cat if he's being honest. He's used to Lancelot toting Lily around with him like a child at his heels at this point but a cat carried around at a champagne after party is another thing entirely.

"It was... Enlightening," Faolan replies. As is the fact that she knows his name. He doesn't feel any flaring of magic upon that reveal -- she must have looked up the guest list ahead of time. How she could have put his (fake) name to his face is another mystery entirely. He'd registered under Dubhan's name, after all. It had been something of a test, he supposes, although it had also been to make certain that she didn't know that Faolan O'Neill of the Guardians had attended her show either.

He glances at the cat in her arms, then back at Silverton herself. "I'm sorry, 'shadows'?" he has to ask.