"What, did you want to be the one to fight?" Faelan asks as he looks around the tiny, cold room. The barren room almost reminded him of the Foundation's cells, the ones they'd hold their training D rank fighters in. Something like this was the Foundation's way of mentally hardening their 'employees'. Nothing better than constant demon fighting and a cold pit of a home to strengthen the mind. Even the style of solitary confinement was designed to weed out the weak, and he had to wonder if the cells here had the same purpose. To weed out any entertainment that wouldn't last longer than a couple days.<br/><br/>He could feel a slight tinge of embarrassment, however minute, through the bond. The way she was splayed on the bed, it unfortunately caught his attention. Drawing his eyes towards the door again, he saw the demon waiting, almost like it wanted a cookie or something. "You're good to go, we can find our way back." With a little huff it stormed off. Letting the door slide shut, it closed with a reassuring click as the latch took hold. Although there wasn't a lock, the tiny piece of wood between them and the rest of the world was comforting.<br/><br/>"So, why do you think the world is out to get you? As soon as we find the guy we can take on the champ, get the antidote to the poison, and get back to Jack. Making the money is going to be nice too." He sat at the edge of the bed, avoiding her tail as she flicked it around irritably. Pulling out his sword, he started using one of the spare paper thin sheets to wipe the demon blood off the metal, hoping the rust wouldn't set. The blade was already hard enough to mend, but he didn't know how acidic this demon's blood would be.