"I save you from one demon and all of a sudden you're all buddy buddy, buying me cloaks and apologizing. And you just couldn't wait to get right back to me. Don't get too excited over there, I don't fuck lizards."<i>Or any demons for that matter, </i>he thought to himself, thinking of some of the stories he'd heard. Struggling not to laugh as he was reminded once more of the Foundation's run ins with succubi, he pulled out the map again, checking their location. "Besides, I don't see why you don't drink more, it's the only way I've been able to deal with this pain in the ass dragon for so long." He was joking of course, throwing her a sideways smirk as he walked.<br/><br/>"And trust me, I felt the pain of you being away. It was sooooo hard to think without you constantly yelling at me, or your doppelganger friend complaining about some bullshit." He was still in a good mood, and he had to admit, putting the cheeky wanna be Brit through solid wood had felt pretty good at the time. Undoubtedly painful, Faelan almost actually felt bad.<i>Almost. </i>"Speaking of which, is he not your closest friend in this hell hole? It might hurt his feelings that my 'pale ass' is better than his." His smile almost felt like it was forcing it's way out of him, the corners of his mouth bent up wickedly.<br/><br/>It'd taken some time, but Faelan had got the cloak to fit around his sword finally, and still had access to it. His mind flickered to it for a second, the only thing he had down here that wasn't connected to demons. Well, unless using it to slaughter said beings was a connection. It's familiar weight against his back was almost reassuring as always, and while thinking about it, his mind flickered to the arena. "So, heading to the arena as we are, I'm pretty sure I can get in real easy, it's not hard to tell what this thing is for," he said, wiggling a bit to shake the scabbard, "but you just look like something's wet dream down here."