"Something like that, yeah." Faolan doesn't care whether he has to pay for the drink himself or not. He needs it, and he will happily hand over the cash to the bartender for it if it means he gets a harder drink than the wine or coffee that he'd otherwise get for free. He takes the whiskey with a nod to the man himself, taking a healthy swallow to fortify himself before turning to Lan again.

"So. They call you Lan, then," he corrects himself. "Forgive me for asking, but. Are you new in town? I haven't seen you at such events before." At least, he doesn't remember seeing her. Perhaps he'd been more affected by her glamour before his abilities had kicked themselves.