Lucien was glad to see that Faolan had been just as amused by the sight as he. He was glad he had decided to come here, if it meant he could see him smile like this, though he couldn't deny that he got to see a lot more of that smile than he once used to. Regardless, he couldn't get enough. 

[color=burlywood]"But then the 'son' part would make no sense, unless they meant it literally, which I wouldn't put it past them. Maybe it will just be a man with scale makeup on."[/color] He said amusingly as they continued on their way. It seemed they had been a little too late however, as there were hardly any people there, and most were leaving. 

[b]"Sorry, I'm afraid this attraction is closed now. Best try your luck tomorrow."[/b] The carnie standing in front of the entrance said. He had a bit of a German accent, which surprised him a little, but he did remember reading that this circus had been to Europe. The man was on the taller side, and quite built, though no match when placed next to Faolan. He glanced past the man to the entrance itself, but wasn't really able to get a good look inside from where he was standing. Rough voices however, did manage to reach his ears. 

-

The boy curled up near the corner of his cage, as far away from the opening as he could. He had a few snakes curled around his feet and neck. His head was throbbing, and he felt incredibly light headed. The effects of the alcohol he had been given had hit him much sooner than usual, and it had impacted his movements, making them incredibly lackluster in compared to usual. Any sudden motion had just made it worse, and the Ringleader was furious because of it. 

[b]"What kind of performance was that?! Do you think people pay to see such a pathetic act?"[/b] His angry words echoed through the tent in German. 

[color=#a7d3d4]"I-I'm sorry... I'll.. do better.."[/color] He responded, quietly, terrified of being at the end of his fury again. 

[b]"You know what will happen if you don't."[/b] He snapped back, hitting the bars of the cage with the end of his cane before he took his leave.

-

The voice was loud, mostly because it was angry, letting Lucien up every word. The person who was receiving this scolding however, had an incredibly meek voice, and he couldn't really hear the response very well. All he knew is that it sounded like some sort of apology. 

He was cut from hearing the rest of the discussion, as the man in front of him cleared his throat loudly. 

[b]"Best run along now. He'll be available to see tomorrow."[/b] He said, clearly wanting them to leave. Lucien's eyebrows furrowed. He had.. a bad feeling. Something deep down told him he shouldn't leave. It was then that the curtain opened, and another man stepped out. From his outfit, he recognized this man as the ringleader, who had quickly plastered a smile on his face. 

[b]"Ah, I see we have two interested in our Son of the Serpent, but I'm afraid he's seen enough people for today, but please, do come back tomorrow, I'm sure you'll be in for a treat."[/b]