Harry wasn't so far gone that he didn't catch Faelan's meaning about wanting to get away from the familiar, and he snorted softly into his drink. It was too late to give the boy space now, but Harry understood how little worth his company held without children or rampaging monsters to take care of.
"Zombies, the Order reforming, my magic's gone wonky. Seemed like as good a time as any for a piss up."