"I thought you'd never ask, dear," Faelan cracked sarcastically as he walked past her, making sure to let Thomas view every rune on his arm, in all of it's exquisite detail. The dark ink almost seemed to shimmer in the light, and Faelan actually wasn't sure if they were responding to the magic in the air here or not, but he didn't wait to find out. As he walked out, he saw an ax next to the dusty fireplace, and picked it up. Walking out a ways from the house, he found a tree, and gripping the ax with both hands, gave it a good swing, and felt the impact as the metal head drove deep into the tree. The vibrations in the handle reverberated in his hands wonderfully, and he was soon chopping down another tree, then another.<br/><br/>"What a bloody lot of rubbish, that one. How'd you let yourself get bonded to a human, a crazy one at that. Have you completely lost your marbles? And to let the bond grow for this long, against your will. You silly girl, you should've known better," Thomas continued to rant, but he was out of breath, and the runes Faelan had put so obviously on display were enough to scare Thomas, even if he didn't want to admit it. One edge the demon's had on any hostile humans was almost always magic. Humans didn't seem to be great at magic by themselves, even the ones that had been in Gehenna for long periods of time. It was just something that didn't mix well with humans. But he knew just how deadly a well trained hunter could be, and from the looks of the pasty man, Thomas could tell his bravado didn't come from overconfidence but from expertise. That kind of calm demeanor, even for someone as inexperienced as Thomas, was from a long history of dealing with much, much worse. "What would Amelia have to say about this?"<br/><br/>He took a deep breath, trying to let some of his anger and adrenaline out, realizing that bringing her into this was a low blow. Without even taking the proper time to find out if Shula even knew. She hadn't asked, and he figured she knew by now, and it wasn't something he was going to be keen on hiding from her if she didn't. He knew that Shula's relationship with Amelia was probably the closest thing to a family she had. The half burnt woman even opened his heart a little, and he had enjoyed her company when he was blessed with it. He'd be a lying ass to say he hadn't missed her when he found her in the rubble of the cottage. He wheezed a little, the excitement hitting him harder than he'd expected. Leaning up against the table, he simply waited for her to reply.