As soon as Faelan took the first sip of whatever the hell the drink was, it seemed to ripple through him, and he knew it wasn't alcohol. In fact, some of the shit he put into his body back on earth felt pretty similar, and it wasn't long before his grin was unconstrained. In fact, even stopping himself where he had, he was suddenly in a much better mood. The warm pulse he was generating almost felt like his body was sending out signals, and he knew from experience this was going to hurt like hell in the morning. But right not, everything was looking pretty damn good. The food, the residents. He even noticed when Shula walked down.<br/><br/>And as much as he hated to admit it, she looked damn good. The low cut tshirt, putting her claws on full display. It was almost uncomfortable how attractive he found her right now, and he knew it was because whatever the hell that was, it wasn't booze. Normally, Faelan had no issue hitting on just about any woman in a bar, but Shula wasn't just any woman, or human for that matter. Turning back to the bartender, he asked a little quieter than he normally would have, "The hell is this stuff." The bartender grinned and handed him the bottle and he was sickened to realize the name of whatever the hell was currently pulsing through him was known as 'Puppy Eyes.' He guessed he should have been more specific when it came to saying something like 'a night with a pile of scales.'<br/><br/>It'd been long enough that he realized the thought of spending a night with a pile of scales as robust as Shula wouldn't be bad, while he had this bullshit running through him. He wasn't sure if it was his long history of drinking or just the sheer absurdity of sleeping with a demon that did it, but he could feel whatever high the drink was causing wearing off. "Don't worry bub, if you don't like the effects, it wears off in a couple minutes. Half the chumps in here don't need that long and the drink can tell if you are looking for it or not." The demon's toothy grin looked genuine, but freaky at the same time. Shaking his head, he wasn't arguing as the bartender poured him a water, dropping ice in. "You look beat up and she looks like a feisty one. Just make sure she doesn't leave any claw marks upstairs tonight and this rounds on me."