As soon as the door started creaking, Faelan reached for his sword, and upon seeing the demon man from before, he didn't hesitate. "You know, back in the day, thieves had their hands cut off." At this point, the sword pointed firmly at the demon hardly even swayed as Faelan put himself between the door and Shula. Although Faelan was concerned about the demon having more of their stuff, there wasn't genuinely much to take, other than money, and he'd already used most of that up on food and whatever cheap medicine he could get for Shula.<br/><br/>It was more than worrisome that the demon thought it appropriate to rattle through their belongings though. Racking his brain, he realized the demon must have snuck in while they were fighting the duo, or in the infirmary. His apparent comfort with them wasn't something that Faelan could even try to redeem as okay. Even just the basic amount of interest the demon seemed to take in them was unsettling at the very least. And Faelan wasn't going to stand for it. "Jack just asked us to find out what happened to you, so depending on your bad news, it'd be a shame to go back to him empty handed, but telling him that I killed you is still going to give me a paycheck."<br/><br/>Although he had confidence in droves, something about this particular demon was unsettling. And it wasn't just the fact that he'd so easily and freely went through their stuff, or found out about them. No, he seemed too human for Faelan's tastes. He'd faced humanoid demons plenty of times, hell, he was bonded to one. But Shula was very obviously a demon. This demon almost reminded him of himself, and that was the most unsettling part. It wasn't even the first time he'd thought the demon would make a good Foundation member, but something told him that he was all too right about that.