Faolan jerks slightly at the sudden appearance of the other man, not only because he's surprised by the sound of the file slapping down on the counter beside him, but because along with it comes of a deep, rolling, feline growl and the feeling of a smallish, furry body brushing up against the back of his legs.

His eyes widen slightly and he tries to keep from looking as though someone's just walked over his grave, but it's difficult, and he isn't quite certain he's succeeded in the end, given Daryl's questioning in the first place.

"I..." He starts to say, before trailing off. He turns his eyes down to the sink in front of himself, running a hand over his face in turn. "If I told you that I was, would you believe me?"