"You keep up with this heart felt stuff, and I'll make you sleep on the floor," Faelan joked, as he could feel the warmth coming off her. It was a little odd, her emotions being actually warm, but he wasn't going to argue with the bond. "It's almost like our minds are linked, huh?" The smile seemed to linger on his face, even as he continued to clean his blade. Trying to make sure he didn't nick her tail, he set the sword aside, the presence of her tail burning as he remembered the bar. Even as he remembered it, he could nearly sense Shula's own embarrassment.<br/><br/>Thinking about Amelia for a second, his mind went back to the dream Shula had all that time ago, the burnt woman giving even Faelan a bit of a shock when she invaded his dreams. Although he was raised mostly in an orphanage, it didn't take long for the Foundation to get their hands on him after he killed the demon that attacked it. And ever since then, the only real thing he had that could even be compared to a family was Larentia, and she didn't ever fit a mom role. She was definitely his sister. While she might try to talk some sense into him about Shula kissing him, he knew her well enough that he knew she'd make more fun than support.<br/><br/>"Speaking of which, when do you wanna talk about you getting drunk and almost kissing me? I'm not sure I'm giving off the wrong vibes, but I normally draw my lines when the person I'm enjoying has a mouth full of sharp teeth and fire." While he was still genuinely teasing her, he figured that while they were both in a good mood, he might as well bring it up. An emotional buffer of sorts, he guessed. While he was trying to deny it himself, even he realized it'd been much longer than he ever had went before without the prominent attention of a woman. And Shula seemed more human the more time they spent together, as he slowly stopped considering her a demon, and more of a friend.