He's better slow and not a threat than too inquisitive, too smart, and dangerous. Even if it does irk him a little, how condescending the other man seems to be. How carefully he must watch his words around him because of that.

"Have they not taken territory from another faction, then?" he asks, feigning ignorance. Although the point remains -- are the fae really so much of a threat to Daybreak, or is the faction just easily affronted? To take territory from other factions is normal, as far as Faolan sees it. Have not other factions taken from one another before? Is it just Daybreak raising a fuss about it all?

"You'll pardon me but I thought that it was the job of the Night Council to keep the peace, not Circle Daybreak," Faolan says, the words out of his mouth before he can help himself. Realizing as soon as they're out that he could have very well made a grave error in letting his mouth get the better of him. He's clearly spent too much time at this party, tried his patience too much before managing to catch this opportunity to speak to Norrell himself.

Eradicating? He will make sure of it? Faolan has to literally bite his tongue to keep himself from protesting anything in regards to this idea. It's clear however that Norrell doesn't seem to believe anything about Daybreak being the best chance that London has against the fae. He believes that he is.

"You will see to it personally?" he asks, from between gritted teeth. "Surely that is a fairly incomprehensible task to accomplish on your own. Is the rest of the Circle in agreement with you? Who do you have at your back?" You and what army, he wants to ask, but he holds his tongue in that regard as well.

'Under a disadvantage'. What kind of disadvantage is that, Faolan wonders, with so much wealth at his fingertips as to throw a party like this one. After having won a territory dispute, sitting there with his fancy tableware and his fancy friends, bitching about how the fae must be eradicated, like some sort of pest. And yet he has still not answered anything Faolan has asked with a straightforward plan.

No, this task has fallen to Norrell because he has created it for himself, and if Norrell actually were so against the idea, then he would not be so dedicated to the task. "I'm sure that it does," Faolan replies, trying very hard to keep from growling the word out. Trying to keep himself from saying too much more of anything else, because he's likely to start going off on him, and that would be hardly diplomatic of him.

Faolan thinks to himself that if this party is such a hardship on the other man then he is handling this fairly well, all things considered. He certainly does not seem to have any problem with sitting around forcing his opinions on other people over dinner, after all.

Nor does he point out that if one is a scholar, then to 'make one's way' is not to involve oneself in such politics either. He's not looking to start an argument, really he isn't. But Norrell is making this difficult, and the longer he stands there talking to the man, the less likely he is to succeed in holding his tongue. He needs to find an escape.

"And why have you come to London then, sir? Would not such a lifestyle be much better suited for the country?" ...he needs to find an escape, and soon.

The houses so small, the streets so noisy... No doubt he finds its people lacking in some way for some reason as well. Faolan almost laughs at the idea that he should 'care little for his own comfort' in the face of anything. He seems to care a great deal about his own comfort, if this whole business with his vendetta against the fae is anything to go by.

Faolan should just go. He should just make his excuses and go. But instead when he opens up his mouth it is to ask, "Where does Hillingdon stand in your plans, then?"