Shula looked almost insulted at Faelan's first comment, almost taking it the wrong way before she died down as he continued. Something rubbed her the wrong way about how he gave his explanation. There was this feeling in her chest she couldn't quite place- like guilt but...different. It was more unsteady. Uncertain. A thrum in her chest as she picked up at his own confusion. She couldn't help but feel a little hurt at his comment. The dragon wanted to say something about how he was close minded and didn't know what he was talking about but then she'd basically admit that she saw some kind of future with them. Shula thought at this point he made it fairly clear there was a line to be drawn.<br/><br/>"Fine. Forget about it then." She replied, ugly embarrassment rearing its head again. "We'll just pretend it never happened." The woman sighed, reaching into her bag and pulling out a blanket. It was a lttle thin but certainly better then what they'd been given on the bed.<br/><br/>"If you don't mind I'm going to sleep now. It took us all day to get here and I have a feeling tomorrow isn't going to be any cake-walk." She had irritation in her voice but there was and underlying defeat in her tone. Like she expected Faelan's reaction. A couple days passed by from there, Shula getting her own chance in the ring after some idiot decided the were going to pick a fight with her. She'd felt pent up anyway- the fighting was good for her to release some of that anger. The combatant wasn't anything special; he ended up a crisp on the wall after she was done with him. It wasn't anything big for her but apparently it was enough to garner the same reception that Faelan was met with after he'd gotten done with his first fight, albeit with a few more suggestive glances.<br/><br/>It was after the fight that the person they were looking for quite literally stared them both in the face. The man held a presence and while he was comparatively of averedge size to every other demon in the room he walked with a gait that suggested a confidence in power. Shula recognized the man from the photograph she held in her bag: Long black hair, stubble, red eyes-  one's that she didn't realize were headed right towards them. They'd seated themselves at a random table in the little lounge that acted as a bar and place to eat. The room's chatter fell significantly as stares drifted over the man, dressed in black with a worn cloak around his shoulders. His boots thudded over the wood as he seated himself, the legs of the chair squeaking. He set his drink down with a "thump," on the table as his gaze drifted over Shula and Faelan. The room was now silent. A little too silent. He frowned, looking around the room.<br/><br/>"For fuck's sake- I'm not a god damn painting!" He yelled, snapping at a demon who was staring at him a little too wide-eyed. Everyone simultaneously went about their business, as if nothing had happened. Shula bristled, a little confused and a little wary of the man in front of her. Vince Hollander. He wasn't quite what she was expecting...He really did look too human to be the big bad demon everyone made him out to be.<br/><br/>Vince took a long sip of what was presumably some shitty alcohol beverage and sighed. "I never thought I'd get to see a dragon hybrid in real action." He stated, pointing at Shula. "Bronze?" He asked. Shula immediately jumped into defensive mode. Eyebrows knitting into a glare she took a bite of her food.<br/><br/>"Yeah. And?" She replied. Vince, ignoring her, motioned to Faelan.<br/><br/>"And you! What exactly are you?" He asked, leaning forward a bit with a knowing expression on his face.