It was easy enough to let Shula in between the demon and himself, and Faelan watched with a smug satisfaction as Thomas drew exasperated breaths from his wild swinging, while Faelan didn't even need to sigh. It was hard to feel what Shula was thinking through his adrenaline, even though he hadn't acted on it, the urge to fight wasn't a light one, nor one he repressed often. In fact, his aggression was probably enough to make Shula feel it. He wasn't surprised she stepped in when she had. He imagined she could tell that Faelan had been itching to fight something for quite some time. Something not just a pile of twisted experiments. And the knowledge he'd been killing innocent men that entire time made it worse. The need to make up for it in not so innocent blood was a strong urge.<br/><br/>"Did you expect me to sit down and casually have tea with him Shula? On second thought, don't answer that." He went to move towards the table, to sit down, but Thomas seemed to read his actions and hustled into the chair, Shula not stopping him from moving. He honestly had no idea what Shula had intended by coming here. If the foundation even kept half a rat's ass worth of records, they'd know this is where, or at least really close, to where she was from. It'd probably be one of the first spots they'd check as soon as they got the portal into a functioning condition.<br/><br/>"So why'd you do it you cunt?" Thomas asked with a light wheeze from the chair. Taking a deep breath, he just continued to glare at Faelan, expecting an answer. "Of all the sick and twisted shit you humans have come up with, just for killing us demons, why'd you bloody think to fix yourself to one. Sounds like a lot of marbles hitting the floor to me." It was true, the foundation, even before it had been called such, had always specialized in trying to keep demons off of Earth, and even spent time learning how to prevent it, going as far as to make raids into Gehenna to weaken any attempts before they could be made. Even Faelan had participated in special missions to take out a demon rallying too many behind him, the spies the foundation had littered through out the demon realm somewhat impressive.<br/><br/>Pulling up the sleeve of his shirt, Faelan showed the amass of runes that ran up his arm, as well as holding his palm up to show the runes tattoo'd deep into the flesh of his finger tips. "What better way to put out a fire than to use it's own fuel?" he said with a large grin spreading across his face. He wasn't going to back down, no matter how much Shula wanted him too, and he wanted Thomas to know exactly what he was. A hunter.