Lucien could begin to see the change in Faolan's physique. He wasn't sure if he was actually feeling the alcohol, or if this was just the warmth of the alcohol that was making him this way. He could only imagine he also looked a little red. In their years of travel he had seen how he got when he was exposed to the sun for too long, similarly to how he was now. It was kind of cute, in all honesty. It made him smile.

[color=burlywood]"It's a matter of getting used to it, I suppose."[/color] He said, before his smile shifted into a bit of a grin again. [color=burlywood]"Though I should remind you that I [i]already[/i] did have a glass of wine. That's three drinks for me versus the two you've had. Just.. throwing it out there."[/color] He said a little amusingly, just as the bartender stopped by again with two glasses of water. 

[b]"Gotta say I never thought I'd see the day where a Frenchman was holding his own against an Irishman in a drinking contest. Best of luck to ya."[/b] He said, before heading off to attend someone else. Lucien gratefully took the glass of water, it definitely helped to clear away a bit of the aftertaste of that whiskey. He couldn't help but feel at least a little proud that he was still hanging on, even if he could begin to feel physically affected in temperature, he still felt like his head was quite clear. 

[color=burlywood]"I'm ready whenever you are, Faolan."[/color] He added.