Cream and honey... Faolan knows he's heard stories about fae like the one who's taken his arm so casually as she leads him towards the bar, but he'd never been certain that they had actually existed until now. He feels vaguely as if he's hallucinating again, although this time he knows that it's real. He doesn't know whether that's better or worse though.

"Whiskey," Faolan answers. He's going to need something strong to get him through this conversation. "I'll have whiskey for now, thanks. You... Lan you said your name was?" He's trying, really he is.