It isn't the first time that Arthur has come to him with such an expression on his face, but then again, he never seems to come to him with a smile either for that matter. As Faolan glances up from the paperwork on the desk before him, latest reports from the most recent hunts, he takes note of the other man's expression before gesturing him in.

"Sure," he replies, shifting things on the desk before him and closing a few folders to set them aside. "Come in then." He runs a hand through his hair, and judging by the state of it it's obviously not the first time he's done so. "Am I going to need a drink for this?" He feels like he has to ask. That seems to be a common theme for the state of things lately, after all.