Lucien was snapped out of his train of thought by the two women that had approached him. Honestly his attention had been almost completely entranced by Faolan that he hadn't even noticed them. He didn't necessarily feel annoyed, but he wished he could have spoken with Faolan a little longer on the subject. He turned slightly toward the woman that had taken a seat next to him. 

[color=burlywood]"I'm French. My good friend here is Irish."[/color] He responded for the both of them. He could tell by the women's accents that they were American.

[b]"Oh? How interesting! What brings you all the way to Wisconsin?"[/b] The one named Marie asked, leaning a little more toward Lucien. 

[color=burlywood]"Hmm? Ah, well we travel around a lot, this was just one of many stops we've made."[/color] His tone was bright and chipper as he spoke, in quite the good mood. 

[b]"To have home all the way from France, you've certainly travelled a long way! I hear the French language is very romantic, would you mind saying something in French for us?"[/b] 

This was not the first time Lucien had heard this, so he didn't really mind, if that's what the woman wanted. [color=burlywood]"What would you like me to say?"[/color] He asked. 

[b]"You two were having such a lovely conversation before our arrival, how do you say romance in French?"[/b] Marie asked curiously. At this, Lucien couldn't help but smile a little amusingly. 

[color=burlywood]"[i]Romance.[/i]"[/color] He said, but thick with his French accent. Throughout the years he had gotten a lot better at hiding it, but it came out completely when he was drunk like this. 

[b]"It sounds so much better when you say it!"[/b] The woman exclaimed, her hand running along the back of his chair. It was then that Charlotte turned to Faolan. 

[b]"What about you, big man? Do you want to say something in Irish for us?"[/b] She asked, leaning a bit closer to the Irishman.