Lucien briefly glanced down at Marie at her question, honestly distracted by having been keeping his eyes on Faolan. He didn't like how close the other woman was getting to him when he was clearly uncomfortable with it.  Granted not everyone could read Faolan's body language like he could but.. still. 

[color=burlywood]"Me? I'm twenty-seven."[/color] He told her honestly, not even thinking twice about it. The Frenchman definitely did not look his age, but in that circumstance he had not even considered lying. 

[b]"The French age quite well, then. I'm a bit jealous."[/b] Marie chimed, before glancing over at Charlotte. 

[b]"Just the next block over, it's quite close."[/b] She responded to Faolan's question. 

It was difficult for Lucien to maintain his focus on Faolan and Charlotte, any time he'd glance over to see what they were doing, Marie seemed to try to pull his attention away from them. 

[b]"So how come you've waited so long to drink? I hear the French love their wine."[/b] She commented. 

[color=burlywood]"Oh.. well I've drank before, just not to this extent."[/color] Despite how sensible he sounded, he was trying to make an attempt to not slur his words as he spoke. He knew his head was still not clear, but at least the cool night air was helping him feel less warm. If he was feeling like this, he wondered how Faolan was faring. The man had a much higher body temperature than he.