His arm reacting to his thoughts, the runes lining his left arm started to shimmer, little traces of magic running through the lines etched in his skin. Even with the demon trying to play off his aggression, his sword didn't budge. All it'd take would be a simple press of his finger to his palm and any of his spells would light up. "She'll be fine. I gotta say though, it shocks me to find out someone doing so well in this little arena isn't much more than a petty thief."<br/><br/>The venom in his voice was apparent, but it surprised him even with just how vitriol it was. Threats came to him easy enough, but this demon's aura set him on edge, and he hoped it wasn't just something Shula was projecting through the bond. It was almost like a nervous giddiness slowly building up in the back of his mind. One that definitely didn't sit well with him, one he didn't intend on letting fester and develop into anything further.<br/><br/>Despite Jack hoping for the demon back alive, Faelan was genuinely starting to wonder if it'd just be easier to kill the demon and leave. His comment earlier wasn't even a bluff, he was getting paid either way. But he imagined they'd have a little more reward if they did bring him back alive, so he tried to calm his flaring temper. "So any reason you intend on staying in this hell hole? Does that little sheep have her fur pulled over your eyes?"<i>Or over his thighs, </i>Faelan thought to himself, remembering the sheep trying to seduce him.