Faolan walked with the unlikely pair through the crowd, which wasn't exactly hard. When most people saw someone of Faolan's sized moving toward them, they moved out of the way whether it was conscious or not. He listened objectively to Lucien and the father's conversation, but did not comment. Instead, he focused on keeping his eyes on the people and buildings around him, memorizing the terrain and getting a lay of the land and its people. It shouldn't be hard to find his way around town, and already he saw some opportunities for work with signs posted at the dock. He could stay here for another week or so before it was time to move on.

When they exited the crowd, Faolan felt the urge to pull away from the pair but continued walking beside him. Something told him that he was going to be in Lucien's company for a bit longer, the young man would not tolerate him leaving without saying goodbye, he knew that much.

This was confirmed when the priest offered to have him over for dinner. While his first instinct would have been to decline, after all, he was not planning on staying in New Orleans long. On the other hand, if he accepted, this was one more dinner he would not have to find for himself. With no money and no contacts stateside, Faolan was essentially on his own. He should accept the hospitality of the priest based purely on survival if nothing else. Aside from that, it was clear from Lucien's expression that he wanted the Irishman to accept.

[color=a36209]"Can't say no to that, the food on the ship was pretty shite."[/color]