Faolan continued to savor his beignet as the conversation turned away from him, grateful for a little respite from the questioning. If the priest had continued his mock interrogation, he wasn't sure how long he could stay civil.

He listed to their conversation and found himself satisfied by Lucien's demeanor. The lad had decided, and that was enough for the Irishman even if the priest could not accept it. At the mention of 'sin', however, Faolan's teeth snapped together and his fists clenched automatically. This topic of conversation was not something that he could abide hearing, he felt the blood pump in his ears, but only until Lucien responded. He relaxed slowly, the tension in his muscles dissipating. Despite this minor episode and the calming effect of Lucien's response, Faolan had lost his appetite.

When Lucien turned to him, Faolan couldn't help but chuckle quietly and shake his head. [color=a36209]"Well, if it's okay with the father, I'd like to stay for another hour or so before I start walking again."[/color] He glanced at the priest, his smile fading.