Faolan's eyes slide over the man before turning back to her. Her husband, he wonders? It would make sense, given the sound of the children upstairs. Such an arrangement designed to keep the family as close as possible to the business. Is it a cover? If it is, it's very good, he has to say.

"Ah, well," he says. "It's. Rather a personal matter. If there's somewhere we could...?" His information - Alyosha's suggestion - did not include the mention of speaking to anyone but Molly herself. If it is a cover, it's possible not even this man should know. He's looking to speak to her in private, if he can. He's hoping such a request makes sense. In such a place as the drabwurld, they should sell candles with little spells in them as well? Charms and such? To help one fall in love or to grant one easier sleep. He's got a cover story, if need be - one not far off the truth, really. The best lies are closest to the truth, after all, he knows that for a fact.

He even goes so far as to look slightly embarrassed to have to request such a thing. Mostly because he is. If he has to use his cover to get them privacy for certain, he's admitting to things that he would rather not have to about himself, certainly not in front of strangers.