"Do you have something against me enjoying my free time in relative peace," Faelan asked rudely as the man sat down. The realizations from earlier ran through his head, but there wasn't anything he could say here that wouldn't incriminate the two of them. And Faelan didn't want to find out the hard way that maybe the demons here already knew this demon armed bastard was an ex-Foundation member. Having an entire coliseum of demons mad at Vince wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, but there wasn't really a way he could go about pointing that out without letting that exact same coliseum of demons knowing he was too.<br/><br/>The second to last thing he needed was Vince bringing up how he controlled Shula again. She didn't seem too phased by it now, but he wasn't sure that wasn't just his luck considering she was recovering from being more brain dead than usual. "Besides, I'm sure a big boy like you can handle yourself well enough, you made it pretty clear you had no intentions of going back to Jack with us." That part was a little too true, and Faelan honestly didn't know if the bonus for bringing him back alive would be worth it. Another thought occurred to him, if they did manage to rescue and not kill Vince long enough to take him back to Jack, there was a solid chance that meant they'd be business partners with the man.<br/><br/>"Is your little woolly lover not fluffy enough for you, or did she give you the hoof?" Faelan had to resist smiling, the mood he was in made the insult roll pretty smoothly through his mind, and he wasn't against a couple of low blows after the show he'd made in their room. Finally giving him a chance to talk, Faelan took a big bite of his food, hoping the prospect of chewing would keep him from tearing the down long enough for him to give some sort of excuse. A little more fodder to fire at him with, after all.