Faolan would be nearly flattered to know that he still smells like a human, considering he's starting to feel less and less like one. Present situation point in case.

He pulls a face at the other man in turn, uncertain that he should really answer, all things considered. What sort of picture would he be painting himself into if he admitted to the fact that he was a faction leader, not to mention a Guardian, and he was stumbling about on the street looking like... A drug addict, apparently.

He shakes his head and takes a step back and away from the other man. "Obviously no one to you," he replies, which is obviously true.