"Bonded?!" Thomas squeaked, his eyes brightening at the mere mention. "To a human?!" he asked, just as incredulously, despite her telling him to not ask. "You cheeky girl you are, bonding to a human. What have you become, a damp squib?" He seemed cheery enough, even walking over to Faelan and putting an arm on his shoulder, as best he could being so much shorter. "You break her heart lad, and I'll break your knees, you hear me?"<br/><br/>"What?" Faelan asked, thrown off by the demon's mood. "Think maybe we could focus on the bullet hole in her arm, she's bleeding on your couch." The man seemed nice enough, but Faelan already didn't like him. Too loud, not enough thought. He bent down by Shula, looking at the wound, seeing it had hit pretty high on her arm, well above the scales that might have helped stop the damage. "Hey, you got any medical supplies in this place?" He didn't know why Shula had brought them here, but apparently they'd known each other, and it made Faelan uncomfortable. Even now, he could tell Shula was on the brink of losing consciousness as the bond seemed to dim. The last thing he needed was to explain to this redheaded midget how he wasn't her romantic interest.