Taking his beer out of mid-air, Faelan studied Harry's expression with a raised eyebrow. "To me?" he asked, tone belieing his wary surprise. He paused to gulp a few mouthfuls of beer before plunking his glass down on the table. "Didn't know I'd done anything to warrant recognition with a whole pint of ale."
Only minutes ago, Faelan had been sprawled out on his bedroom floor, idly sketching a dozing Starless, when Harry had appeared in his doorway, tossed his leather jacket at him, and announced that they were going out. Before he knew it, Faelan was being squished into bits of air and reappearing in the noisy pub, with Harry barely taking the time to explain that they were joining Neville and Ron for a boys' night out. Figuring he was just being invited along on a whim, he thought it was pretty strange that Harry was grinning at him like he had some kind of trick up his sleeve.
"What's up with you?" he asked, regarding Harry with an appraising eye. "You're acting weird."