Swishing his drink around in the cup, Faelan looked into the bottom of his cup. He'd had to ask himself that a few times as well. She was literally only bonded to him specifically for the purpose of him gaining strength. But he'd become essentially her caretaker. He had to look after her, get her food. She wasn't human, that was for damn sure, and he knew it. But he had to admit, she'd come to fill a small role in his life. Her presence was something he didn't mind. It wasn't like his sister's, not even slightly. But it helped. He'd been so lonely since she'd passed. He'd been so angry. And even though Shula pissed him off more than she made him smile, it was better than being mad at himself.<br/><br/>"Useful," he muttered quietly, realizing he'd probably be in a shittier condition without the demon there, if even just to annoy him. "It's something I've had to ask myself. I don't really know what to consider you at this point."<br/><br/>He tried not to make it seem too friendly, but not too detached at the same time. Conflicted on how he felt, he realized that quite pathetically, she was the closest thing he had to a friend, and it wasn't by choice either. Grabbing another bottle from his cabinet, he didn't even bother just sipping it. He took a gulp, sitting down before the liquor went to his head.<br/><br/>"I'd consider you something more than a weapon, if that's what you're worried about. And don't let it get to your head, but I hold my weapons pretty dear to me."