Faolan jumps slightly at the sound of the voice from behind him, and turns to glance at him, a slight flush spreading across his cheeks at being caught out, humming to himself as he was. He isn't sure whether it's better or worse that it's a stranger. To someone who doesn't know him, it's out of character, but to this person? What must he look like, a man standing about, humming a Christmas song to himself...

"I'm fine," he answers, gruffly. Perhaps more gruffly than he should, considering the innocence of the question, but he's never liked being caught out in a position like this.