Faelan calmly watched as the demon tore apart his blanket. She was almost glowing with anger, and her inability to do anything about it was actually somewhat amusing. He studied her a bit, watched how she preferred to tear at the cloth, watching how refined her movements seemed.<br/><br/>“You know, it’s actually a bit nice to know you speak a human language. I was worried I was going to have to talk with a translator. Those runes are always a pain.”<br/><br/>“Agent Bystrom, we’d suggest you spend some time getting used to the link in your mind, it might not be very present right now, but as soon as it kicks in, you are going to be fighting for control over each other’s minds.” As if in reply to the face he’d made when he realized he wasn’t done fighting for control, they continued, “Hopefully, your will remains to stay dominant in the bonding process, because she’s managed to cremate or melt every other person who’s even attempted to bond with her.”<br/><br/>Melt?<br/><br/>“How do you melt somebody?” he asked.