"Ha, look at you, taking a drink when I'm not," Faelan joked as Shula took the drink the keep brought over. Last thing he wanted to do here was not be at the top of his game, and he was a little surprised Shula actually took the demon up on the offer for the booze. "This place has you that high strung huh?" Although if he was being honest, if he thought he could fight drunk, he'd be hitting the whiskey too. Refusing to sit down, Faelan instead opted to simply lean on the empty stool next to the one Shula sat in.<br/><br/>"Paperwork seems like a bad idea, I'm not sure how soul contracts work, but I wouldn't be surprised to find out you guys are just as bad as lawyers." The joke brought a smile up, and he actually started looking the thing over. It was shockingly simple. In fact, as far as he could tell, the paper was just saying he wanted to fight here, and the day he'd signed it. That looked to be about it. There wasn't terms or conditions. No liability forms. Nothing like he'd spend days filling out for the Foundation.<br/><br/>"I always figured Hell would have more lawyers, speaking of which. This seems ridiculously simple. If anything, this is just saying when we started fighting." Not that he was complaining, killing without paperwork was a plus in his book. Despite being so horridly uncomfortable still over the sheer amount of demons here, the thought of not having to do hours of paperwork for simple killings did actually excite him.