Lucien's expression flattened a little as he began to grow more frustrated. Granted he didn't like that Faolan kept trying to find arguments to why what he wanted to do wouldn't work, but it was more frustrating that he was right in terms that saying something like that wouldn't get him anywhere. His eyes drifted upwards at Faolan as he removed his shirt, and honestly the sight of it was not something he had been expecting. He held.. so many scars, some larger than others. He could not begin to imagine how much pain those must have caused him. As someone who had never known the pain of an open wound, he almost thought it unfair that he could get away unscathed while people like Faolan had to suffer to this extent, in more ways than one. He shifted his gaze so he wouldn't get caught staring. It was this thought that gave Lucien back his determination. He was not going to let this stand. If it as within his power to keep Faolan from going through more pain, then he would do something about it.

The nephilim rose to his feet. [color=burlywood]"I understand that I'm naive.. but please don't treat me like a child. I'm twenty-years old."[/color] He muttered, considering the way he was speaking to him, he honestly felt like Faolan probably believed him to be some teenager. It was understandable, considering his appearance didn't help him, but he figured he should at least let him know that much. 

[color=burlywood]"I'll be right back."[/color] He said, before leaving the room. He was determined to do something about this, he just had to figure out how to go about it. Clearly, the truth was off the table. His goal here was to make sure Faolan didn't get in trouble.. but to make sure that his story was believable, at the very least. He glanced down at himself. He was sure his face was still dirty, and he could see small blotches of blood on his clothes from when he had helped heal Faolan. Maybe just this once.. he could use his appearance to his advantage. He made his way through the ship, until he finally found an official-looking man. The one who acted as security on this ship. Where was he when he was getting bothered by those drunk men? He shook his head, and took a deep breath, before he took on a more frightened expression as he approached. It wasn't hard, considering he was actually afraid of what would happen if this went wrong. 

[color=burlywood]"E-Excuse me sir? I would like to report a robbery.. and an assault.."[/color] He told him. The man looked down at him, raising his eyebrows slightly. 

[b]"You alright kid? Here, come into my office."[/b] He motioned to him before taking a seat behind a desk. [b]"What happened?"[/b] He asked. Lucien noticed the French accent in his tone, so he switched over to his native language for an easier explanation.  

[color=burlywood]"There were some Englishmen.. they hit me over the head and stole my things.. I was really scared.."[/color] He said quietly, clutching the relic that lay around his neck. [color=burlywood]"I asked that big Irishman that works here to help me get them back.. When we found them, they seemed to be fighting among themselves over who got to keep my stuff.. there were seven of them. The Irishman took advantage of that and helped me get my stuff back but.. the men were really angry, I'm afraid they might come after me again. It isn't the first time they've bothered me. If it was just the money I wouldn't have cared but.. this necklace is the only thing I have of my father.. and I couldn't let them get away with the theft.."[/color] He had lowered his gaze as he spoke, feeling guilty that he was manipulating the information but.. those Englishmen were going to do the same thing, and he wasn't completely lying. He [i]was[/i] scared they'd come after Faolan and him again. He didn't want anymore trouble because of them.

[b]"You say the Irishman helped you? What happened to the Englishmen?"[/b] He asked, having began to write things down on a notepad. 

[color=burlywood]"Some of them had already been knocked out when we got there.. so he was able to fight off the rest and get my things back, but I don't want him to get in trouble because he partook in the fight.. I would have gone myself but.. I couldn't really have done anything on my own. I was so panicked at the time I didn't even think to come here. I understand he works for the ship, but I'm afraid those men might retaliate again.."[/color] 

The officer let out a sigh. [b]"I don't know kid.. I'm sure the cap'n here doesn't take kindly to his crew getting into fights while on the job. He'll probably get fired. If that happens then he can't pay his passage, means he might get locked up even if it ain't cause of the fight."[/b] He said, scratching the back of his head. Lucien panicked, that was definitely the last thing he wanted. 

[color=burlywood]"Please sir! I-I'll pay his passage instead, would that be okay? Honestly I would feel better about having him nearby in case those Englishmen come around again. They.. don't seem to be all that fond of the French.. They kept throwing insults at me.. I must just seem like easy picking to them.."[/color] He muttered. At this, the officer rose his brow. The man was also a Frenchman, in his opinion that was the best he could have asked for in this situation. 

[b]"Do they now? I see.. If you pay his passage, then I think the Cap'n won't have any problems. I'll make sure the Englishmen can't bother you anymore. I'm glad you were able to get your necklace back. Here, take this and get your face cleaned up. Where are the Englishmen now?"[/b] He asked, having handed him a few tissues so he could wipe his face. He did so, and didn't waste any time in taking out the appropriate amount to pay Faolan's passage. 

[color=burlywood]"They're further below deck in one of the larger rooms.. Will.. everything be okay officer? Will my friend be alright? They weren't a big fan of him either.."[/color] He asked, wanting to make sure.

[b]"It'll be fine. Hurry back to your Irish friend, I'll take it from here."[/b] He encouraged. Lucien got up from his chair and bowed his head. 

[color=burlywood]"Merci beaucoup pour votre aide!"[/color] He exclaimed. The man smiled. [b]"Vous êtes les bienvenus."[/b] He said, motioning for him to leave with his hand. Lucien didn't waste any time in leaving and heading back to his room. Lucien felt a small sense of accomplishment upon having been able to get Faolan out of this. He knew he had done wrong in manipulating the information but.. it couldn't he helped. Hopefully with this, they would have no further trouble for the rest of their voyage. 

[color=burlywood]"Things will be okay."[/color] He said upon returning, a small hint of pride in his tone at what he had accomplished. Part of him was glad he had been able to prove Faolan wrong. He was a little too pessimistic for his own good, though having seen those scars.. he couldn't' necessarily blame him. Still, he wanted to show him that sometimes, things could work out in his favor.