[Bridei makes a soft grumble of contentment at her affections, and Faolan finds himself strangely warmed by the sound of it. How odd, to be so happy himself, just because of another's happiness - and a dragon's no less - and yet he is.] Friends... [He echoes the word.] You are not the first person to use such a word to describe me. I'm still not certain that I know what it means, however. Or that I'm truly capable of fulfilling whatever it is that the word requires... I'm a bodyguard, Hermione. And much worse things than that. I sincerely doubt that you truly would want such a person as myself as a... A friend.

[It's almost as if the word is difficult to say, not because he dislikes the term, but because it is hard for him to understand the concept of it. Especially in the context of himself. Why would anyone want to be friends with him?]