Faro's brow wrinkles for a moment, then his mouth falls open in surprised embarrassment. The way Detlef said it made it obvious it was flirtatious but he'd been too distracted to get how. Now, though, what a gloriously forward come-on for him to have missed. He's rolling his eyes as Detlef fails to remain sad.

Turning a consoling face towards Detlef, he lifts a hand to pat the one resting on his shoulder. "Perhaps, if you keep trying..."

He settles his gaze on Detlef's lips, lets his eyelids flutter half-closed, and twines their fingers together. Faro makes a soft thoughtful sound and leans in a fraction, like he's considering going in for a kiss.

Then he shakes his head and sits up straight, "No, still her turn. Shall we resume?"

He's not great at flirting or picking up strangers, at least not while sober. But once he's comfortable and feeling safe? Faro's a terrible tease.