Faolan grunted in understanding as the woman explained where she lived. His head was beginning to throb, not only from the pungent smell of their flowery fragrance, but also out of annoyance at the sound of their voices. This was why he didn't like bars, people like these two who couldn't mind their own business. And Lucien...of course he was drunk, they both were, but he had gone along with them without even trying to dissuade their attempts. Faolan knew they were only asking them to their home so they could get them alone...but, perhaps that was what Lucien wanted after all? Maybe the Frenchman had finally tired of Faolan's company and was seeking the companionship of someone else. Maybe he did this frequently when Faolan was away...not that it mattered, of course. The Irishman was only annoyed by it because it had ruined his otherwise pleasant night.

There was a lull in the conversation as the two of them walked, Charlotte continuing to look up at Faolan, desperate for his attention. Finally, she said, [b]"These two are complete opposites. This one is so tall, broad shouldered...strong..."[/b] she said, her eyes making their way up and down Faolan's body as he walked.

[b]"And quiet!"[/b] Marie chimed in, [b]"At least this one likes to talk in his pretty accent."[/b] She said, pouting her lips toward Lucien.

Faolan, no longer able to take their chatter, muttered, [color=a36209]"'This one' has a name..."[/color] under his breath, but loud enough for all to hear. He also shook his shoulder a bit to dislodge Charlotte, who seemed perturbed by this but did not let go, though it managed to put a little distance between them. At least her chest wasn't pressing against his arm anymore.

[b]"Oh, of course, how rude of us!"[/b] Exclaimed Marie, [b]"What [i]are[/i] your names, boys?"[/b]

Faolan blew hard out from his nostriles in a sign of irritation, and turned his face away from the two women and Lucien as he grumbled, [color=a36209]"Faolan,"[/color] almost too quiet for anyone to make out.