The demon's apparent irritation only spurred Faelan on. "You come into our room, go through our shit, blatantly steal something of ours, then invade our privacy again demanding answers? If you're not coming back with us to Jack, then you are of no use to either of us, and right now, you even have the nerve to stand in my doorway telling me that I need to explain myself to you." While he wasn't raising his voice, Faelan knew that the tone in his voice would make a lesser man like Sam piss himself.<br/><br/>It didn't surprise him one bit that this nuisance was actually bedding that sheep demon.<i>What a pathetic excuse for a fighter, </i>the disgust rolling through his thoughts like steam coming out of a boiling kettle. Even this worthless conversation was just a waste of time, and he wasn't sure why, but Faelan could simply feel himself getting more pissed the longer the demon stood in the doorway. Hell, the only reason Faelan hadn't made the demon into fine mince meat was because he still wanted Jack's best rewards, and his arm wasn't in any shape to be fighting this soon after being dislocated so harshly.<br/><br/>For a moment, his mind flickered to the rune on his right hand's thumb, the symbol some demonic language meaning, "Grand."<i>This demon isn't worth the privilege of seeing that, </i>his psyche stated sourly.<i>This demon isn't even worth the effort it'd take to run him through. </i>Even now, Faelan had to stop himself, realizing just how aggressive his thoughts were turning. Not taking his eyes off of the demon, he struggled to avoid looking to Shula. He wasn't entirely sure if he was the source of the anger, but he suspected this rage wasn't something he could just pass off as Shula's feelings.