"I'm not a little bitch unlike this useless pile of scales, just tell me where to go, and I'll be there," Faelan said, jumping over the counter and heading towards the man. Well, demon. Something to get him money, or out of this town, away from Shula and Thomas. He was still incredibly pissed she'd taken the one thing he'd shared with her in confidence, and shared it with the fucking shapeshifter. Even if they were best friends, he expected the things he confided in her to stay between just them.<br/><br/>It might have been his fault, he let himself get close to her. He knew better, and in the back of his mind, he was already yelling at himself well before he ever told her anything. What did he think was going to happen? Just because they were bonded that they would be best buds, that she'd be a good friend, someone he could rely on when he needed it. For a moment, he thought maybe she'd be a suitable replacement for Larentia. Not as his sister of course, but just that close friend who'd put him straight, the person he needed to set him in line. He knew he was a wild card, and even though Shula was a demon, more often than not she'd be the one to tell him when enough was enough.<br/><br/>And he hated feeling like he needed that person. A grown ass man, likely one of the most dangerous hunters in the world, needing to have an off switch in the form of a friend. Something inside him just felt like it clicked. He didn't care that he was going to be fighting for a demon, or getting paid by one either. Killing was what he was good at, something he craved, the adrenaline and action of getting rid of demon scum. And if he was going to do it, he might as well enjoy himself. He snatched the key out of the demon's hand, looking carefully at it, waiting for the runes on his hand to let him know if there was any residual magic in it. A light glimmer of light rippled across the markings, but the magic didn't seem malicious, the shimmering being a soft light color. "So, where am I headed?"