Faolan nodded at the boy's response, [color=a36209]"Mm...that makes one of us,"[/color] he said, [color=a36209]"My eyes are shite."[/color] Eyesight had never been the Irishman's best sense, but after he'd been attacked by the creature in the woods, his other senses had seemed to pick up the slack. He could see, of course, just not things that were too far away and his night vision was even worse. Luckily, his senses of hearing and smell, coupled with his natural instincts, made his eyesight almost obsolete.

He watched Lucien stir the pot and heard his own stomach rumble with anticipation. It smelled wonderful. He ate the rest of the bread that he'd brought and produced another from the bag to dip into the stew. At Lucien's explanation, he nodded and hmm'd his response. Unusual, to say the least, but it wasn't as if Faolan's childhood had been run-of-the-mill either. Although he was sure the boy wouldn't know, he wondered just how closely related to reptiles he was, considering that a snake had seemingly raised him.

But no...the boy seemed rather civilized as well. Aside from the circus, there had to be something else in his past that had taught him these things. Faolan of all people knew that transitioning from fully feral to fully civilized would be harder for someone who had only known one extreme.

He watched the exchange about the food with interest as well, which only further proved his theory about the child's upbringing. Faolan paused a moment to receive his bowl from Lucien, then dipped his bread into the steaming liquid and ate it fresh out of the pan. Hot food had never bothered him, his tongue had all but lost sensation anyway. He chewed and swallowed, but before taking another bite, he asked, [color=a36209]"How old is he?"[/color] He directed the question at Lucien only because he was unsure if they had already discussed it. Besides, he wanted to let the boy eat uninterrupted.