Faolan's face split into a toothy grin, showing canines as he reached for Aurel and pulled him into a loose headlock, [color=a36209]"What's that supposed to mean, huh?"[/color] he said, and ruffled the lad's perfectly straight long platinum hair with his rough knuckles. 

Although at first Faolan had been nervous around the boy, over the years they had grown quite close, even physically. Even though the Irishman still did not like being touched or touching strangers, he was comfortable with Aurel enough now for small shows of affection like this. Though they were few and far between, as he saved most contact for Lucien, he found himself teasing Aurel in physical manners often. He had never had a brother, and his sister had been too feminine, by his mother's insistence, to wrestle with him, and his father had been too distant and busy too. Since this revelation, he'd imagined this must be similar to what it would have been like to grow up with another close male in the house, and it was welcomed by him.

Still, some doubt crept into his mind at the thought of the girl being nearby. He and Lucien would have to go back to hiding, even when they thought they were alone. He glanced up at the Frenchman as he released Aurel, a look of longing entering his eyes for a moment before it faded. It would be hard, but he knew they could do it...as long as it didn't have to be forever.