[color=a36209]"Mmm..."[/color] he agreed with Lucien, then gave him a long look. Faolan hadn't realized how much of a carnal appetite he had until he and Lucien had become physical. Of course, he was always respectful, but he couldn't deny that his desire was almost never quenched. These past nights had been especially hard...

He tore his mind away from that, not wanting to get himself deeper down a rabbit hole that he could not navigate back out of. He merely grunted at Lucien's next comment, having caught only the tail end of the exchange.

The boy--Aurel's voice directed at him caught his attention, however, and he looked up from eating again, eyebrows raised. [color=a36209]"Me?"[/color] he asked, a little stupidly.[color=a36209] "Oh, ehm, Ireland. I'm afraid my accent won't transfer well..."[/color] he paused a moment, and cleared his throat, [color=a36209]"Ich höre mich nach Spaß an, wenn ich darüber spreche."[/color] His accent grated as his mouth wrapped around the words. Though German was close to Irish, possibly closer than any other language, there was something about it that was confusing to his palette. Maybe it was because the two languages were so similar...