Faolan couldn't help but smirk and let out a gruff, quiet chuckle as the young Frenchman responded to his assessment. [color=a36209]"Hm. Thought you might have swept the steps or helped people read their prayers."[/color] The Frenchman hadn't been wrong at all, Faolan's sense of smell was his strongest, seconded only by his hearing. It could be overwhelming at times, but it was helpful in a hunt, but most of the time these things just came to him. Not like anyone would have to try to smell that incense, it was overpowering.

He waved a hand at the boy and turned to leave, [color=a36209]"It comes with the territory. Take my advice or leave it, just know this won't be your last scuffle if you don't watch yourself."[/color]

A small part of him, just the smallest tiniest part, felt a little bad for the boy. He was out of his element, but at least he had been honest about it. While that transparency got him far with the Irishman, it wouldn't with others on the boat. He stuck out on the deck of this ship just as much as Faolan did on a city street. A wolf in the forest was an apex predator, a wolf in the city was the prey. This kid was no wolf, but he was a small fish who's stream had just opened to sea. There was a lot ahead for him, if he made it as far as America.

But that was none of Faolan's business. He was on his own journey, didn't have time for whelps that didn't know their place.