A frown creased his forehead when the man in the booth said his name, but it smoothed when he recognized the voice behind the other vampire's face and grinned.
"Apparently the Wood brothers are on a wavelength tonight, though I can't claim credit for me. Pietra chose it, and spent most of the evening," he waved a hand at his face rather than explaining it.
He looked around the pub then back at Faelan, clearly wondering why he was hiding over here. And wondering why he'd dress up to sit, smoking and drinking alone.