At this question, Faolan's jaw tightened visibly as he clenched his teeth. Part of him wanted to bite back at the priest, pointing out that he himself may have been exploiting Lucien by forcing him down a path that he clearly did not want to take. He almost opened his mouth to share these thoughts, but the sound of the ceramic plate sliding towards him and the smell of powdered sugar distracted him from his anger. Best not get into a row with the priest right now, at least for Lucien's sake. 

Instead, he reached for a beignet and said, [color=a36209]"I could promise you up and down that I'll do this or that, but what is that worth in the end? Lucien's made his choice, he trusts me, and...I trust him. You want to come along and watch over his shoulder for evil-doers, be my guest. I won't let anything bad happen on the road, to him or to me. Wouldn't be much point in leavin' if I planned on that."[/color] He took a bite of beignet and leaned back in his chair as he chewed it, savoring it this time. He would miss these on the road.