Shula flashed her own mark, a thrum of the same pride and satisfaction washing over her. Faelan and Shula's protests only seem to strengthen Vince's interest. His eyes always kept darting over them, as if piecing together tiny things about the pair. If he knew anything about them previously from rumors milling about he didn't say anything. Vince's eyes lingered over the marks for a second too long.<br/><br/>He chuckled, his voice deep and rumbling through his chest. "Fine." He said, his tone indicating he still wasn't done. "Then where are you from, 'ghost?'" He asked, quoting the last word with his human arm. It was clear he preferred to use that arm for basic tasks. It obviously made sense considering his other arm wasn't necessarily there for utility purposes. It was clear he didn't believe Faelan but was going along with it purely for the sake of getting information. Shula was still irritated- he never answered her question. The man seemed to treat both of them like a novelty, which wasn't too far fetched. Even in the demon realm it was extremely rare to see Faelan, who everyone presumed was a ghost, bonded to a higher powered demon like Shula.