He swallows, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment as he processes exactly how much he'd shoves his foot in his mouth with that one, but when he's opened them Faro is shaking his head and sounds... not troubled, at least. Later Detlef will find a way to make it up to the guy. Right now, it looks like Farogil's ready to let it rest. Which is a bad choice of words.

"It's a fair guess," he says fake-defensively. "Cliffside's got to be big enough for looking glasses, so you had to have seen yourself by now. You're cute." Feeling a smidgen of confidence, Detlef reaches over to put an arm around Farogil's shoulders. "Plus the big cities have plenty of people passing through them. That's opportunity, or so some of the books I have suggest."