Thomas wasn't sure which one had woke up, but he could hear the clatter in the other room. He was just whipping himself up some kibble, a little tea and biscuits for breakfast. Although he'd only posed as the Brit for a handful of years, the place really seemed to stick it to him. The kettle whistled lightly as the boiling water steamed it's way out. Pouring a small cup for him, and another cup for Shula, he sat at the table with her, dipping one of the biscuits in before taking a bite. "So, finally got bonded. I didn't think you'd had it in you, you seemed like a rabid dog trying to conk anyone who even looked at you. And you settled for some chalky human of all things. Disappear in a blaze, show up a year later. I'm definitely going to play Ol' Bill right now, I want the sauce lass."<br/><br/>His smile was light, but he had to wonder if Shula knew about Amelia. He'd not thought about the fact that she wouldn't have known until he left the two on the seat. Amelia'd been the closest thing to a mum Shula'd had, as far as he knew any who. He wanted to know what had happened, where she'd been, and how she let herself bond to a human who couldn't even get his color right. "Speaking oh which, what's up with that giant pile of rubbish anyway. I'd think you'd have enough marbles to go for something with a little demon, and a little color."<br/><br/>The girl had been younger when he'd first met her, the cult she'd been saved from didn't do her good. She'd not even spare him a lip until they'd been together a while. The young dragoness had clung to Amelia like damp papers. Even after they'd been together for a few years, she still was shy, and aggressive towards anyone new. He didn't imagine she'd changed too much, yet he'd never seen the human asleep on the couch until today, and he doubted Shula had made a friend that quickly, let alone a bondmate. Hell, he was hitting his early 300's and still wasn't bonded.