Watching with an appreciative eye as she filled a tumbler for him, Sweeney took it and drank some before she changed her mind (they always tended to do that after the fact). However, the mention of the Laignach Faelad was surprising, even more so that she got the pronunciation somewhat right.
"Half-man, half-wolf," Sweeney smirked into his drink, looking over at her. "I heard tales of them, mostly from the wet nurse when I was an ankle-biter.." He snorted at the memory (they seemed to just be popping up left and right after his death). "She claimed she'd seen a pack out by the moors." He took a drag off of his dwindling cigarette, exhaling the lungful of smoke out through his nose. "Drunk old bat.. But my father put up with her, told me once I was king I could do what I pleased with the old crone."