Faolan exited the room quickly, wanting no more debate or dwelling on the subject. He made his way downstairs, careful to avoid eye contact with anyone else that was boarding in the house. Of course, this wasn't hard for him as most avoided him anyway.

He went into the kitchen and began making plates for himself and Lucien. The two had woken up rather late, so there were only the dregs of breakfast left, but as there was no one else in sight at the moment, he raided all of it. After he had filled their plates, he remained for a moment to stuff the last of the bacon into his mouth, and took the last slice of toast as well, before heading up to their room again. At least while they were stuffing their faces, they couldn't talk.

He entered the room and brought the food to the small table in the corner of the room, under the window. He set the plates down and shrugged toward them, still making sure not to put Lucien in his direct line of sight. [color=a36209]"A little cold, but serviceable."[/color] he grumbled, then sat down and started eating, keeping his eyes trained on his plate.