Although she wasn't talking in any weird tongues, Thomas couldn't seem to rap his head around what she was saying. She wouldn't look him in the eyes as she talked, and her mumbling didn't help. He ran the words through his head a few more times. Just trying to piece together what she was saying. "So you two are bonded, but you aren't a pair?" he asked somewhat incredulously. He figured Shula would have at least waited until she wanted to be bonded. "Is he just good in bed or something? That merc work pays the bills I imagine, but come on you damp squib, a bloody human?"<br/><br/>After she sat there quietly, not responding for a moment, it clicked that she hadn't chose to be bonded to the pasty human. That she'd let herself get bonded but such a shitty species. And not even a good model of that shitty species. Grabbing a rag from the stove, he rolled it up calmly, walking over to her, before he started wailing on her with the rag, wielding it like a club. Silly girl let herself get bonded to a bloody human.<br/><br/>"You let yourself get bonded to a human?! A human that doesn't even look human? That ghostly cunt dominated you? The daughter of a dragon!? What the hell were you thinking Shula, why haven't you killed the damned cunt yet?" he berated her, his barrage of towels hits demanding an answer, without pausing long enough for her to give one. He knew the towel wasn't going to do any harm to her, but he could have used the bloody rag to ring her neck. "What would Amelia think of you being bonded to such a piece of rubbish? And then you bring the bloody cunt into my home, without telling me you might be his mind slave, I outta ring the neck of the damned cunt in his sleep."