A small chuckle escaped Lucien's lips at his response. [color=burlywood]"Perhaps it is. You have that advantage, at least. I learned the hard way."[/color] He said a little amusingly, but his smile did not fully reach his eyes. 

[color=burlywood]"No need for such flattery, you've got a decent amount of languages under your belt as well, I'm sure."[/color] He told him, considering how easily the man seemed to adapt his accent. It was either that, or he was just quite skilled at it. His next question left Lucien in a small pause. He should have seen the question coming considering the circumstances.. but the words had escaped him before he had any time to consider it. It seemed the whiskey he had already been drinking before Geralt had joined him had already loosened his tongue. He'd be sure to be a bit more careful.

[color=burlywood]"You caught me."[/color] He said. [color=burlywood]"I have an Irish.. friend who taught me the language."[/color] This question had been a little hard for him to answer.. choosing the right words without somehow instilling more questions.. Faolan was a topic he didn't hit quite often. Aurel and Illyana avoided it like the plague, because they knew bringing him up upset him. It reminded him of how worried he was.. how much he missed him... 

The Ringleader stopped his train of thought there, not wanting to mentally linger on the topic any further. He didn't want to do this now. No.. he [i]couldn't[/i] do this now. Not on the night of the full moon, and certainly not in front of Geralt. He had to keep a better grip on his feelings.