It seemed like these British men had no intention of heeding his polite plead. He had a feeling they were insulting him, but he had no idea what the words actually meant. It wasn't like anyone in the church ever spoke so foully. The Frency comment he knew for a fact had to do with his ethnicity. He wasn't completely naive in the aspect that some Englishfolk had some problems with the French. He thought it unjust, considering he directly had done nothing to these men aside from run into one of them, and he had immediately apologized, on top of it. 

[color=burlywood]"I would rather not resort to such methods.."[/color] He muttered. The man began to contemplate his options, attempting to ignore the insults being thrown his way. Should he give them money so they would leave him alone? No.. he felt like that might make things worse. Maybe he would offend them. He honestly wasn't sure anymore. 

The final comment snapped Lucien out of his thoughts, eyes shifting back up to stare at the englishman with a furrowed brow. He clenched his fist, a bit of anger beginning to boil inside of him. A hard thing to accomplish. That stung, considering his circumstances. Sure they would have no way of knowing his mother had passed, but that certainly did not excuse them bringing her into this. He was about to sharply tug his arm away from the man grabbing him when someone else joined the fray. An incredibly tall man, who compared to the other three men,  was definitely much more intimidating. His eyes were drawn to the huge scar on his neck, but he wasn't given too much time to process the sight. It was clear he meant to interfere, so he held himself back from doing what he would have, unsure how this exchange would turn out now that someone else was involved. The man was clearly angry. Worried about what this may lead to, he was about to speak up to attempt to calm the situation, but did not get the chance to. The larger man snapped at what the third man had done. Everything happened so fast. He winced upon hearing the clear and audible sound of the clashing of foreheads. It sounded incredibly painful, but that was enough for them to want to hurriedly take their leave. Their attitude took a completely different turn. Was resorting to violence necessary? He didn't like the idea that the only way to get them to leave him alone was for someone to have ended up getting hurt. He truly hoped not everyone was like this. 

Lucien glanced up at the man who had helped him. Despite how intimidating the man appeared, he had could not deny the fact he had provided him with aid. He had noticed there were other people on the deck that had noticed what was happening, but it didn't seem like they had wanted to get involved. He didn't blame them. It wasn't like he had wanted to drag other people into his problems. Still, he was grateful for what the man had done.

[color=burlywood]"Thank you for helping me."[/color] He told him with a small bow of his head. The nephilim then began to fumble a bit with the pockets of his trench-coat. He pulled out a handkerchief, and extended it to the man, concern in his expression. He was unsure of whether the blood on his forehead was his, or the other man's. Perhaps it was a mixture of both.  

[color=burlywood]"Here.. please take it... for the blood.."[/color] He urged, unsure of how the man would take it if he attempted to wipe the blood away himself.