Aurel looked at Faolan as he spoke. His accent really did make the German sound strange, but his attemt made the boy let out a genuine laugh. 

[color=#a7d3d4]"Very fun."[/color] He responded. [color=#a7d3d4]"Ireland..." [/color]He paused, trying to find the right word in english, but he couldn't think of it. [color=#a7d3d4]"Insel?"[/color] He questioned, looking at Lucien. 

[color=burlywood]"Island? Yes, Ireland is an island."[/color] He responded, a little impressed with the fact the boy was aware of this. That couldn't have been something he learned at the circus could it? 

[color=#a7d3d4]"You're French?" [/color]He asked, wanting to make sure that he was right. As a child, considering how little people liked to socialize him, it gave the boy a lot of time to try to learn other things, look at maps, anything to keep himself away from the kids who picked on him. 

Lucien smiled. [color=burlywood]"I am. How do you know?"[/color] He asked curiously, wanting to know how the boy was able to tell. Granted his accent was obvious, but he wished to see how well the boy could discern things like that. He certainly seemed intelligent, despite having been trapped in that circus for the last four years. 

[color=#a7d3d4]"Your akzent, France and Germany nachbarinnen!"[/color] He exclaimed.

[color=burlywood]"Hmm.. I see. You're very smart."[/color] He complimented. The more they spoke the more he could discern how intelligent and observant the child really was. He was glad for this, because it meant that he would have a bit of an easier time learning other things. He looked forward to teaching him more.