Faolán flinched at that. Lady. So this had changed the way Killian viewed him, just as he had feared.
He couldn't fault Killian for it, really. Killian was already responding to this better than he'd hoped, and...well...Faolán didn't know. His own identity was still a confusing mess in his head--how did you explain to someone that you didn't feel like a girl even if you had a feminine body? That you didn't want to be a girl, because it wasn't what you were, and it was all wrong? He couldn't expect Killian to get it, just like that, when he still struggled with it himself.
Didn't mean it still didn't hurt, though. Didn't mean that simple word still didn't cut straight to his heart and stab him right through all his worst insecurities and anxieties.
He fell quiet, lost in his own thoughts and worries, and it took a moment before he realized Killian had spoken. "Huh?" he said, looking up and blinking. "Oh. Uh, yeah, sure. Sounds good to me."