Faolan's anger still boiled within him, but was dampened a bit as he heard the boy's response to Lucien's question. He was glad that the kid liked them, even if they weren't perfect. Whatever happened from here on out, Faolan knew that he would never regret the decision that he and Lucien had made to save this boy from his tormentors. 

The Irishman busied himself with retrieving the food he had procured from the market while he was in town while the two conversed again in German, but paused when Lucien turned to him. His smile widened as he began to relax a little, and he shook his head and stopped rummaging through the bag for a moment as he looked up at the Nephilim. [color=a36209]"Have I ever told you about the dog I had when I was a lad?"[/color] he asked, one eyebrow raised.

[color=burlywood]"No...what did you name him?"[/color] Lucien answered, mirroring his lover's expression.

[color=a36209]"Madra."[/color] he said simply, then withdrew one large hand from the bag and tossed something ovular and light brown toward Lucien. [color=a36209]"I brought us some fresh bread from town..."[/color] he paused a moment as he retrieved a second roll from the bag, then shrugged, [color=a36209]"Well, it was fresh this morning anyway."[/color]