Despite their loudness ruining his nice afternoon walk, Faolan couldn't help but agree that the two did seem to be in high spirits. He glanced between them and Lucien as the Frenchman made his plea, and felt himself fighting a smile as Lucien looked up at him. Faolan had found that Lucien's negotiation skills did not stop with strangers, and in fact, he used them on Faolan more often than the Irishman would like. He knew just what face to make, and what to say, to make Faolan agree to whatever plot he was hatching.

He sighed heavily as the singing men made their way around a corner behind him and Lucien and disappeared. [color=a36209]"I suppose it couldn't hurt...we do have a free day tomorrow."[/color] He said, then shrugged as he looked back down at Lucien, [color=a36209]"I may be a 'grump', but an Irishman would never let his friend drink alone. Lead the way, if you must."[/color] He nodded in the direction the men had come from, knowing it to be the way to the pub. Lucien was mature enough to make his own decisions, and Faolan would never feel the need to actually stop him if he wanted to do something. He would learn on his own, and make his own mistakes, but that also didn't mean Faolan had to leave him alone to do it.