Lucien's smile widened a little at Faolan's compliment. He was about to lay down, but then he figured he should change out of the bloodied clothes first. Now that all this was over with he figured he probably shouldn't use this one anymore until he had a chance to wash it.
"I think we're even. I mean the only reason you got into this mess in the first place was because of me. I didn't want you getting in trouble with the law because you decided to help me." He responded as he pulled out his bag from under his cot and removed his trench-coat, folding it neatly before putting it away and grabbing a different one to slip on. It was only then that he finally laid down. A moment of silence followed, which he didn't mind. Lucien was in a decent mood now that he could afford to relax. Hopefully the rest of their trip would go unhindered. The nephilim fiddled with the one of the tassels on his relic, feeling at ease to have it back. Since it had been given to him, it had never left his side until today. There was a small sense of comfort he got from wearing it. It was strange really, considering he had never met the man who had entrusted it to him.
Lucien shook his head, before he let his gaze drift over to Faolan. Going on this ship had definitely taught him some things that he would never have learned if he had stayed behind in that church. It had definitely proved to be an interesting experience... but he was glad he had someone like Faolan at his side to teach him. He could only hope that in return, maybe Faolan would be able to become a little bit more optimistic. Sometimes things really could just work out.
"Hey Faolan." He called out. There were some.. insults that he had sort of got the meaning of, but there was one that he was still curious about. It wasn't like he was ever planning to use any of this words, he'd never dream of it. He just at least wanted to know what it was they were calling him. "What's a poufter?"
"I think we're even. I mean the only reason you got into this mess in the first place was because of me. I didn't want you getting in trouble with the law because you decided to help me." He responded as he pulled out his bag from under his cot and removed his trench-coat, folding it neatly before putting it away and grabbing a different one to slip on. It was only then that he finally laid down. A moment of silence followed, which he didn't mind. Lucien was in a decent mood now that he could afford to relax. Hopefully the rest of their trip would go unhindered. The nephilim fiddled with the one of the tassels on his relic, feeling at ease to have it back. Since it had been given to him, it had never left his side until today. There was a small sense of comfort he got from wearing it. It was strange really, considering he had never met the man who had entrusted it to him.
Lucien shook his head, before he let his gaze drift over to Faolan. Going on this ship had definitely taught him some things that he would never have learned if he had stayed behind in that church. It had definitely proved to be an interesting experience... but he was glad he had someone like Faolan at his side to teach him. He could only hope that in return, maybe Faolan would be able to become a little bit more optimistic. Sometimes things really could just work out.
"Hey Faolan." He called out. There were some.. insults that he had sort of got the meaning of, but there was one that he was still curious about. It wasn't like he was ever planning to use any of this words, he'd never dream of it. He just at least wanted to know what it was they were calling him. "What's a poufter?"