Faelan frowned when the spell failed. Sirius' smoke spell had taken a few tries too, and he felt a flutter of dread as he was jolted back to all of the feelings he'd had weeks ago when everything had been going so terribly wrong. But then Gaius' spell worked on the second try, and he blamed the liquor, making Faelan breathe out a sigh of relief. Sirius had been drinking, too, when he'd cast his charm. That would explain it.
"I'll keep my eyes open for tall, dark, and available men," Faelan told Harry, turning his focus back to the conversation. "Don't know any at the moment." With that, he frowned again, the comment sounding unreasonably dire to his slightly alcohol-muddled brain. "I really need to meet more people."