Faolan nodded in agreement as he continued to eat dinner, he was almost halfway done and Lucien had barely started. He was always happy to earn his keep when offered charity. Not only did it feel better to him, it kept people from feeling taken advantage of, which kept them happy and complacent. Sometimes, even that wasn't enough, but he was willing to try at least, Besides, he could sense this priest was afraid of him, and fear was a great motivator for keeping one's trap firmly shut.

He listened to the two men speak and glanced between them as they did. He saw Lucien's expression when the priest shot down his idea, and his brow furrowed. Sheltered was not quite the word to describe Lucien's situation. It was almost as if he had been imprisoned without even knowing it. Not allowed to work? What had he done all day, back in Bordeaux, and what were these priests trying to protect him from, exactly? Faolan felt sorry for him, knowing that he had spent the first twenty years of his life locked in a church without the ability to even express himself physically. Faolan would have wasted away under those conditions. Although Lucien seemed happy enough, Faolan could tell there was a desire in him to get moving, see the world, lift some heavy boxes...maybe that would be a start.

[color=a36209]"Mm. I might try that."[/color] He grunted at the priest, then glanced at Lucien, letting his eyes linger a moment before speaking, [color=a36209]"Why not let 'im help? We've both been cramped in a ship's cabin for a fortnight, what's the harm in letting him pull his socks up?"[/color] Stirring the pot had not exactly been Faolan's way of life before, Lucien had certainly changed that, and in only a matter of weeks.