Faolan barely brought himself to let go of Lucien's hand, but be knew it must be done. He let him move back over toward the boy, but didn't bother to listen to their conversation as he could understand none of it. He listened instead to movement outside. It seemed they were alone, and lucky. The man who ran this place certainly did not seem concerned at all for the safety or integrity of his business or performers if he was not even bothering to check in on this child. Had he planned to leave him out here all night...alone in a cage? Faolan was afraid of what Lucien might see if that man were to walk in on them now, but he wasn't sure he would be able to hold his fury back, even for the love of his life.

As soon as he heard his name, his attention was on the Frenchman as he knelt in front of the cage. He approached rather quickly, knowing that breaking the cage would produce quite a bit more noise than was good for them right now. Still, it had to be done. As he walked toward the cage, he finally noticed the snakes that were curled up in various spots around the child. At first, he was slightly alarmed by this, especially as he had seen Lucien reaching inside, but his instincts told him that these animals would mean them no harm. They seemed protective of the child, if anything.

The Irishman looked at the lock that held the cage door shut, his eyes briefly landing to the boy, who was staring at him warily. He couldn't blame the boy, and was used to worse looks from kids. He could see now why Lucien suspected that the child was not entirely human, and his scent told Faolan the same. Though it was covered up by the strong smell of liquor and faint traces of blood and sweat, he smelled something earthy...mossy, like a stone in a forest or a piece of damp wood. It was not unpleasant to Faolan, and instead reminded him of the forests at home. It was similar to the way he felt about Lucien's scent, although it was much less intense for him. 

He saw that the lock was hanging free, which was good for him but knew it would be loud. He looked around, but seeing no cloth with which he could dampen the sound, he had almost given up before he noticed Lucien's vest. He gestured toward it, [color=a36209]"Lucien, your vest,"[/color] and held out a hand.

Lucien handed it over without delay, and Faolan wrapped it around the lock and jam. Once it was secured, he motioned for Lucien to stand back, and raised his fist. He began to bring it down, then paused, looking between the boy and Lucien. [color=a36209]"Tell him to cover his ears."[/color]

Lucien and the child both obeyed, and Faolan brought his fist down like a hammer onto the clock. There was a loud grinding sound, then a pop, and the lock hit the floor. He knew it had been loud, but luckily the trick with the lock had worked. He unwrapped the vest and handed it back to Lucien, and as he stepped back, the door swung free.