Faolan's expression immediately soured at Lucien's response. An undeniable jealousy had risen up in him at the thought of Lucien spending time with some other Frenchman. He had always been friendly, even to the point where it was irritating, but Faolan had never felt this way before. All it had taken was him leaving to begin spending time with someone else. Maybe he had preferred it this way, seeing that a new friend had highlighted all of the faults in his previous one. Though he knew these thoughts were unfair, he couldn't help them from springing to mind.

He grunted in response, and wanted to leave it at that, but found himself speaking before he could contain his annoyance. [color=a36209]"Off to see him then...your new friend."[/color] He paused and his eyes fell on the whiskey bottle once more, [color=a36209]"Suppose you took a liking to being sloshed."[/color] His tone was flat and hard, like stone, and his mouth was set in a line. Sarcasm had never come natural too him, but the bite in his chest had transferred to his mouth. Part of him immediately felt bad for poking at Lucien in this way, knowing it was not at all how he had wanted to come back, but he couldn't help the feeling that he had been replaced.