"I think we have to relish in it a little, after you do us wrong then come to us for help. I'm sure someone of your background understands." His mind flashed to the only other albino he'd had the misfortune of knowing at the Foundation, and looking deeper at Vince now, more than ever, he could see the connection. Other than the skin difference, they were definitely related. "You Hollanders make a pretty damn good habit of trying to use wrongs as rights." Faelan hated to realize the reason he'd recognized him so immediately was because of Vermilion's own albinism.<br/><br/>"I'm a little surprised we've shared more than one employer actually, and it's not like our previous employers to let daddy sign your paychecks." The grin still on his face, he wanted to make the man sweat a little. Recognition could be a dangerous thing, and neither of them were in the position to be rooted out down here. But Faelan knew a more about Vince than Vince knew about him, and there wasn't going to be another opportunity like this just so easily falling into their laps. "Although I gotta say, your old man does some good work," he chided, laying his runed arm onto the table, the runes glittering softly in the poor lighting of the room.<br/><br/>Pushing himself a little closer to Shula, he put an arm over her shoulder, pulling her a little closer. "Besides, if you are asking us for our help, what makes you think we wouldn't be just as fine without you potentially stabbing us in the back?" Tapping her scaled leg softly with his boot, he was hoping Shula'd pick up what he was trying to do. If everything went right, she'd just stay quiet, or help him question the man. It was a bit of a shame the bond didn't come with telepathy, or at least he thought so in this particular moment.