Faolan entered the tent after Lucien, making sure to keep his distance from the cage where the child sat. He didn't look directly at the being there for two reasons: first, he was certain his presence would alarm the child, and second, because he knew that he could not afford to lose his temper now. He had to keep calm so that he could keep all three of them from being discovered. 

Once Lucien began speaking to the child softly in German, he started making his way around the tent to be sure they were alone. Luckily, he sensed no movement and the smells of other humans in the tent were fading. He made his way to the front and very carefully peeked out of the flap. He saw movement in the darkness, but it was far enough away that he was sure they would not be discovered. The light inside was dim, and the canvas was heavy enough to obscure the sounds of Lucien's conversation with the child. He waited a moment, and whatever was moving made its way out of sight. He closed the tent flap, but stayed near the entrance and trained his ears and nose outside, monitoring the activity around the grounds.

Once he heard Lucien moving toward him, he turned to assess the look on his beloved's face. He was furious. In fact, Faolan had never seen the Nephilim this angry before, not even when he had returned from his two-month hiatus back in Green Bay. Whatever the child had said had certainly riled him up.

Faolan could not help but glance over Lucien's shoulder at the child in the cage, and he felt a similar fury boil up in his chest. It was clear, even from here, that they were uncared for; skinny, with sunken eyes and horror written across their features. They were covered in bruises, and the smell of blood and liquor filtered heavily from that direction. They were pale and malnourished, long platinum blonde hair was dry and split, and their extremities showed signs of severe dehydration.

He tore his eyes away from the sight as he felt himself loosing control of his anger. His teeth were bared and his eyes alight with fury, but he did not want the child to see this. He calmed his expression as best he could as Lucien began to reiterate their conversation. Anger flashed in the Irishman's eyes, but he managed to keep himself under control, though he could feel his nails cutting into his palms from how tight his fists were clenched.

As Lucien finished, Faolan looked from the child, who he realized now was a young boy, and back to Lucien. Still, despite his anger at what he was witnessing, there was the slightest hint of doubt within him. He agreed that they could not let the child continue to live in these circumstances, but what would they do with him once they freed him? His lot would not be much better at a foster home...but could they care for him properly either?

[color=a36209]"Lucien..."[/color] he began, steeling himself for what he was about to say, [color=a36209]"I understand that this is...despicable, we can't allow it to continue. But, if we get out of here without being seen, what are we going to do with...him?" [/color] Though the Irishman was older than Lucien, and had much more experience in the world, he had found himself looking to him for guidance in matters of the heart. He wanted the Nephilim to say something, anything, that would change his mind for the better.