Vince narrowed his eyes, seeming to be more amused then anything. He shook his head, rolling his eyes a bit as he took an extended sip of his drink. "You're a bad liar, you know that kid?" He quipped, human hand drumming his fingers against the table. His gaze was intimidating, that was for sure, his eyes looking as if they themselves were made of molten rock. "Listen, most of the demons here aren't too familiar with humans, but it's easy to spot one out. You've just got the albino thing goin' for you."<br/><br/>Vince honestly didn't seem to be going anywhere with his observation besides being plain curious. It confused Shula. What was this man playing at? Surely he hadn't just stopped by for an idle chat? Shula felt a shiver go down her back, a certain feeling blooming in her chest. It was...familiar for some reason. One that left a bitter taste in the back of her mouth and a heavy feeling in her chest. She continued to Glare at Vince and shovel food in her mouth. With her metabolism the woman naturally ate a lot but using her abilities only fueled her appetite. She dwelled on the feeling in her chest a bit longer, confused as to why it struck her so odd and out of place. It was familiar. Actually, it felt too familiar. Like...guilt almost. Shula's eyes darted to Faelan, barely containing the almost knee-jerk reaction of her epiphany.<br/><br/>It was because Faelan was lying.<br/><br/>That was the feeling. Lies. A lie. Like how Faelan, Shula just realized, was lying to her in he expressed he had no interest in her. When he basically said he wouldn't want to do anything with her. She hoped Faelan hadn't felt the jolt through the bond, although she guessed it was a little too late now. The intensity of the dawning realization was undoubtedly picked up by the man, she could sense his mild confusion. She pushed it down as quickly as possible, turning her attention to Vince.<br/><br/>"So what? You just come here for a little chat? Cause we're not really the talkative type." she snapped, smoke ebbing from the corners of her mouth. The fire she'd used was still hot in her mouth, burning the back of her throat with a pleasant heat.<br/><br/>"Whoa, calm down there sweetheart! I don't wanna get in the ring with you just yet. Unless you're okay with a little bed sheet tango- I think I could subdue you then..." He commented, scratching his chin and chuckling. Shula barely contained herself. The only thing stopping herself from throwing Vince's ass across the room was the prospect they'd actually have to fight. The woman couldn't place it but her instincts screamed that she did not want to be on the receiving end of this guy's aggression. Her nails scraped across the table, leaving large divots.