[Fai can feel the magic in the area, but he can tell that it's not malicious--or at least not inherently so. What people choose to do when they're relaxed and possibly drunk is their own fault. Thankfully Fai usually sticks to flirting and meowing, or just generally acting like a goofball. He hasn't allowed himself the luxury of acting like that for a while, not since Tokyo, but surely a few drinks wouldn't hurt?
He slides over to where Eliot is mixing drinks and offers a friendly smile.]