He knew her little saying was just that, a saying, but it brought a smile to his face. "If I had to money to buy a coffin made of gold, I probably wouldn't be stuck in this rinky dink inn with one available bed. Speaking of which, you paying for the food? Moping sounds great right now, but I don't want to on an empty stomach." Faelan had to admit he didn't fancy the prospect of sleeping in the same room as Shula, the separation they had had been nice, and he'd taken it all for granted. Unlike when they HAD been at the foundation, he now held an almost begrudging respect for her, one that would be awkwardly apparent with their lack luster sleeping space being so cramped.<br/><br/>Walking out before her, having to almost shove past her in the doorway, he walked down the stairs and towards the counter again, seriously hoping it doubled as a bar. Sitting at the closest empty seat furthest away from anything not him, he looked back to the burly bartender. The demon was vaguely similar to the one he'd knocked out not too long ago, and it brought a smile to his face. "You got anything in here that'll make a night with a pile of scales into something reasonably comfortable?" Mulling it over, the bar tender grabbed a mug and poured something swirly and dark into the cup. It looked like some sort of bad Halloween mixed drink, but he could tell it wasn't just a winecooler for parties. "Here you go bub."