Faolan, who had turned away from Lucien to get the attention of the bartender to return the bottle, paused and looked back at Lucien's retort. He raised his eyebrows, shocked at just how devoted Lucien was to this facade. He slowly lowered his hand, and furrowed his brows. While he was slightly pink in the cheeks, Lucien seemed fine after knocking back two fingers of whiskey for the first time. Faolan had his first snort when he was thirteen, and it had nearly knocked him flat. He was impressed, but also annoyed that Lucien would continue to prod him in this way. Seeing that he had taken his drink with no hesitation or aftereffects had not been enough, it seemed.

[color=a36209]"Hhmm, you're bold this evening."[/color] There was another pause as he held the Frenchman's gaze for a moment, before he pushed his glass toward him. [color=a36209]"If you're looking to get fluthered, so be it. Don't come crying to me when you get weak in the knees."[/color] He nodded toward the bottle, [color=a36209]"Pour."[/color]

Usually mild-mannered, Faolan did not prefer to rise to challenges like these and typically walked away. However, he knew his dad would be rolling in his grave if he lost a drinking wager to a Frenchman.