Faolan huffed loudly at Lucien's response as he continued to walk away. He could tell that Lucien's words were genuine, but Faolan could not quell the fire boiling in his stomach and chest. He could feel his teeth grinding together. 

He thought back over their night, how it had begun and ended, and wondered how it went so wrong. The interruption of their time together had been enough to annoy him, but everything that followed...it was like it had been designed solely to throw Faolan into a rage. He was surprised that he had managed to hold it together as long as he had, honestly.

[color=a36209]"Have a 'nice time'...is that what you call it?"[/color] He asked, his tone harsh but his voice quiet, [color=a36209]"This all could have been avoided if you had just [i]listened[/i] to me."[/color] It was now that Faolan realized that he may be using words that were too harsh, too hurtful, but he couldn't stop himself from saying them. In this moment, he believed that everything he said was true.