Only time would tell whether Fabian was responsible enough to keep an eye on how much he was drinking but bets were, he wasn't. Not that he'd never been in a situation uncertain and intoxicated. Truly, often his usual state of existing. Nonetheless, he was content enough now to nurse his drink and listen to the man as he spoke about a time of the past.

He was running from a beast that hunts spirits. Aha, that lodged away in his mind and rolled about while he continued to listen. Fabian wasn't unacquainted with spirits. His familiar was one, an old one at that, he'd tried to get her story every once in awhile but she was a black cat. What else can be said, really? She'll do what she wants and say what she wants when she wants if she wants.

He chuckled, "do you still keep in touch with her? She sounds lovely."