Faolan's smirk did not break as Lucien raised his glass in toast, in fact, he tilted his head in satisfaction at this and raised his glass in turn. [color=a36209]"Sláinte,"[/color] he returned, then tossed the whiskey into the back of his throat, watching Lucien the whole time. Although it had been some time since he had imbibed any taste of home, he held his expression well. Only a quiet click of his tongue escaped his mouth as he set the glass down, right side up, on the bar beside him. Right away, he felt the heat of the liquor burning down his throat and into his belly, warming his already high body temperature. It was not entirely unpleasant, and was even a bit familiar.

All things considered, Lucien did quite well. For someone who had never had whiskey before, Lucien managed to take it with only a small cough and reddening of his cheeks. Faolan was impressed, and subconsciously his smile remained even after the two had finished their first drink. [color=a36209]"I can see that."[/color] He said, almost chuckling. [color=a36209]"Puts your sweet red juice to shame, eh?"[/color] If Faolan was going to drink, he preferred the harsh taste of hard liquor. He couldn't say if that was his personal preference, or just the whiskey in his blood that made him feel this way.