Despite his unwillingness to drink, the mention of the word "lightweight" got Faolan's blood to stir. He looked down at Lucien, his eyes slightly narrowed as he felt a surge of competitiveness rise up in him. This was not usually like him, to feel the need to prove himself. He was far more than confident in the way that he carried himself, he knew his limits and he hardly ever pushed them. But still, something about a Frenchman using that word to refer to him...it didn't strike the right cord.

[color=a36209]"Of course I'm not a lightweight...but if you're looking to get pissed, you ain't going to do it with a fancy glass and yer pinky out. You're going to need to graduate to something stronger before you ask me to have a drink with you."[/color] Of course, his tone was not harsh, it was light and playful. But, despite his fondness toward Lucien, he felt the need now to prove his mettle. What would his da say, if he could hear this conversation?