Shula crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow as he immediately went to the mouth of a bottle of alcohol. "You're still drunk." She stated, glaring at the man as he seemed to ignore her in favor of going to the bathroom. She rolled her eyes at his statement about fucking up, taking her cup of coffee and settling herself beside the island counter. She rubbed the bridge of her nose, not sure if the emotions she was feeling was hers, Faelan's, or a mix of both. Maybe they were feeling similarly frustrated and that thought only proved to worsen her mood.<br/><br/>"Likewise." She quipped as the man closed the door. The sad part was that she didn't know if she really meant it. The woman had never had any preconceived ideas about humans until recently, while she grew up with Amelia. She was always told they were fragile but flexible and resilient beings with emotions that didn't always make sense. She was beginning to doubt that a human's emotions was any different from a demons. The proof was in her bond and interactions. Sure, Faelan had overpowered her during their ritual but she couldn't help but feel as if there was something more there. As if their souls wouldn't be able to connect the way they do unless there was some compatibility in their minds or other forces beyond her understanding.<br/><br/>The dragon let the scolding hot coffee run down her throat, finding the heat welcome. She realized that Faelan and her would have to go to the facility today and all she could think was she rather stay here and curl up in her nest all day.<br/><br/>"How much trouble do you think we'd be in if we skipped?" She asked, raising her voice so the man could hear her.