[Faolan cocks his head at her slightly, a bit of confusion and curiosity evident on his face. Wanting to spend time with him? It's obvious that the thought surprises him a little. Obvious that, aside from Lancelot, he doesn't really get a whole lot of people interested in such a thing.] I don't believe we have. Not recently, at any rate. [He gives her another searching look, as if to say "are you really sure you want to sit and talk with me?" before he steps back, running his hand through his hair once more for good measure. (His hands that, since the last time Hermione has seen him, have fully recovered. He bears no scars, but should she chance to touch them the skin is soft and smooth and delicate. It's going to take him a while to work up his callouses again, he's bemoaned on several occasions.)]

Well. I'm not going to turn you out. You're welcome here any time, especially if you're taking him for a moment. [Him being Bridei. He does calm down like this for Faolan too, but today he's been in a right state, up until she showed up.] I can't guarantee the same level of entertainment as Lancelot, but I'll do my best. Would you like anything? [She might note how at home he seems to be here in Lancelot's rooms, but then again, he does live there too, at the moment.]