Lucien chuckled. [color=burlywood]"Quite sure. The wings don't lie."[/color] He joked. Granted if someone asked him for any other form proof, he'd have no way of doing so, considering he had never met his father. The relic of his could be viewed as some other form of magic to someone who couldn't feel its divinity. 

He could not deny that Faolan was bringing out a bit of.. mischievousness within him that he had never considered showing in the past. While the nephilim had been willing to joke around, he had never been this much of a tease until now. 

[color=burlywood]"I guess you bring out a bit of mischief in me."[/color] He said, eyes sparkling with excitement. After all, Lucien was not only half angel, he was [i]also[/i] half human. He didn't have to be virtuous [i]all[/i] the time. Either way, the word was relative. The rest of his thoughts escaped him as Faolan pulled him into a kiss, he could not help but return the smile, kissing him back with equal gentleness, which very slowly increased in intensity. He pushed forward, with his left hand, aiming to push the Irishman onto his back. There was some initial playful resistance, but he felt Faolan give in, and he was then allowed to hover over the Irishman.

[color=burlywood]"I don't think you'll have to try very hard, I didn't actually want to leave."[/color] He added, before leaning down and closing the distance between their lips, and their bodies, once more.