[Faolan nods in response to the questions.] Bridei's been well. Growing all the time, as children tend to do. And Lancelot, he is... He is busy, overworked. But he's well also. [Well enough, although Faolan does worry at times, it's true. That's not something to unload on a man - dragon - that he barely knows however. So he keeps it to himself.

As they reach the door, Faolan nods to the pair of guards before reaching for the handle on the large ebony doors and pushing it open. Across the room, there sits a little boy and a dog, not far from where Faolan had left them. Inside Lady's dog bed, but let's not get into that - Bridei likes to explore, and as long as he's not scaling the curtains or putting rocks in his mouth, Faolan lets him, for the most part. Upon seeing Faolan, a smile spreads across his face and little hands reach up, indicating that if Faolan doesn't come and pick him up, and soon, then there will be consequences. So Faolan does, scooping the little boy up in his arms and turning towards the man standing in the entry, as the guards close the door behind them.]

Bridei, this is Draco. Draco, Bridei. I am told you have met before. [He glances at Draco himself, taking in his expression and wondering how much of a surprise this will be for both of them. They have schooled Bridei to be generally wary around strangers, after all.]