Faolan lets out a breath as he tries to calm down, turning back to the pot in front of him to check on its progress, but alas it isn't simmering just yet. He reaches for the spoon he's got out to stir it anyway, giving himself something else to do with his hands, a way to distract himself from the fact that he's just been caught out, and the fact that he will have to see Arthur again after this and acknowledge that this moment happened. How much should he say, how much does he need to explain himself? He prides himself in having removed himself as far as he could from the man he'd been. The sort of man who might be comfortable singing in front of other people. And yet here he is.

He lets out a gruff sort of noise, taking in another breath and shaking his head. "I didn't mean to," he says. "I just. I was out in the city today. It got stuck in my head..." He flicks his eyes to Arthur and then back to the stove in front of himself. Wondering whether or not he can get away with leaving it there or not...