Shula stilled, giving Faelan a sideways glance. He'd fucked up. Actually, he'd fucked up so bad Shula was beginning to wonder weather or not the man knew how ghosts were originally made, which was a hell of a thought since Faelan seemed to emulate his knowledge of demons in an almost annoying way at times. Vince merely looked pleased with himself, grin widening as he polished off his drink, chuggin the rest of the glass. Putting it back on the table with force he began moving up from his seat.<br/><br/>"Fine kid, I'll leave ya' alone." He said, backing off surprisingly fast. Shula wanted to tell Faelan he'd fucked up but Vince beat him to it. Leaning in the man laughed a little more, finding the situation funny. "And uh... Ghosts are the resurrected souls of weak demons. They don't have<i>mothers</i>." He stated, meeting Faelan's eyes. They were mere inches apart and his voice was hushed in a way that indicated secrecy. Other demon eyes darted towards them, the air in the room growing tense.<br/><br/>"Just remember that next time, eh kid?" He stated, a little louder this time as he took his leave. Shula looked at Faelan like her life had flashed before her eyes.<br/><br/>"You absolute<i>imbecile."</i>she hissed.