Faolan's mood and expression instantly soured when the women approached and began speaking with Lucien. It was clear that they were looking for companionship this evening. It was not the first time this had happened to him and Lucien separately, but the two had never been interrupted in this way before. Although he was unhappy, it would be unclear to anyone but Lucien, who had learned to read his moods and body language like the hands of a clock. He had leaned away from the two women and turned his body to face the bar, leaning over it with a slight hunch in his posture. He hoped they would leave soon, the smell of their perfume was making his stomach turn.

He listened to their conversation with Lucien and glanced at the bottle that they had left on the table, there was only a thin layer of whiskey left in the bottom. As the two women turned their attention to Lucien, he took the bottle and poured the last bit of alcohol into his own glass before tossing it back.

[color=a36209]"Hm?"[/color] he hadn't expected to be spoken to, and had resigned himself to thinking that their full attention was on Lucien. Of course, he had been hit on by women in bars before, usually when he was working, but his gruff demeanor was enough to send them on their way within a couple exchanges. With Lucien, he knew this would not be the case. He was far too charming and polite to send them back from where they'd come. 

He looked over his shoulder at the woman, but only briefly, and shrugged at her. [color=a36209]"Nah, Irish ain't as pretty as French."[/color]

The light-haired woman shook her head, giggling too loudly for the situation, [b]"Oh, you stop it! Look, Marie, he's shy!"[/b] she said, and leaned a little closer. [b]"Pleeeeaaaassseeee...?"[/b] she pouted, leaning over so Faolan had a clear view all the way down the front of her dress.

He averted his eyes, and sighed heavily, clearly annoyed, [color=a36209]"Grá"[/color], he muttered.

Charlotte leaned back, looking confused, [b]"Grah!?"[/b] she exclaimed loudly, and both of them laughed again, [b]"What does [i]that[/i] mean?"[/b]

[color=a36209]"Romance."[/color] Faolan said matter-of-factly, glancing at Lucien out of the corner of his eye.

[b]"Oh, no, really?"[/b] she asked in disbelief. There was a brief pause, but she leaned in again and placed a hand on Faolan's knee. [b]"Well, lucky for you, I like the strong, silent type..."[/b] she said, getting uncomfortably close to Faolan's face.

Faolan tensed, but held back from jerking his knee away, fixing his eyes on Lucien to maintain his composure.

Charlotte did not take this as a sign to back off, and instead gave Faolan's thigh a squeeze. As she moved, her hand slid a little higher up, and Faolan twitched noticeably but did not pull away. [b]"I see you boys are on empty, why don't we buy you a drink?"[/b]

[color=a36209]"Actually,"[/color] Faolan said abruptly, then moved to get out of his chair. As he did, Charlotte's hand fell away from his knee, and she backed up a step, not expecting his sudden movement. [color=a36209]"I think we were just about to leave."[/color]