The Irishman chuckled lightly at Lucien's comment. It was true that both of them had given their all last night, Faolan could tell that Lucien had been just as concerned about his pleasure as he had been about the Frenchman's. It was...nice, to say the least, to feel that his feelings were reciprocated fully. Although, only the Nephilim could match Faolan's energy level as well. The two had stayed up for a long while, in fact, he wasn't sure when they both collapsed and fell into unconsciousness. 

Still with one eye open, Faolan looked up into Lucien's bright eyes and said, [color=a36209]"I dunno, look pretty awake to me."[/color]

At the Frenchman's next comment, Faolan shook his head and closed his eyes, pretending that he was going back to sleep. Despite this attempt, he could still feel how red his cheeks were at the mention of his thoughts. He had Lucien here, so close to him, but he did not want to ruin the purity of this moment with any lustful action. Besides, he wasn't sure it was what Lucien wanted.

[color=a36209]"I don't know what you're talking about...m'just hot."[/color] He squeezed Lucien a little tighter, pressing their bodies together again, and raised his chin so that it rested on top of the Nephilim's head. [color=a36209]"See?"[/color] he asked playfully, the smile on his face transferring to his words.