It was difficult for Faelan to hide his disgust as the sheep demon strolled up to the table Shula had picked out. Her clothes were meant to be seductive, but all it did was show Faelan more demon than he wanted to see already. The thick curly hair of hers did little to nothing to hide the fact she had several horns on her head, none of which looked particularly pleasant. Even the way she talked, and her mannerisms… It irritated Faelan. But surprisingly, before he could start telling the demon how she undoubtedly put the “ew” in ewe, Shula flashed the bond mark. It’d been quite some time since Faelan last thought about the markings, despite the thing looking like a massive tattoo over a significant part of his chest.<br/><br/>It seemed like the demon was just as surprised as he was that Shula would flash the mark. The fashion of how Shula did it almost made it seem like she was telling the sheep to back off. And it worked too. All the provocative, drawing out accent of the sheep was gone now. She wasn’t interested in getting lovers, she was interested in getting fighters. “Well, I’m assuming most people don’t come to an arena not expecting a fight,” Faelan retorted, his tone blatantly unimpressed. “Unless the only things it has to offer are poorly dressed sheep with even worse pick up lines.”<br/><br/>Faelan figured of all places to start a fight, this seemed like it’d be a damn fitting spot to start one. Besides, the awkward silence that Shula had given him for most of the trip here because she kissed him drunk meant he wasn’t too keen on the idea of starting anything else but a fight. The past couple of days had been nothing but awkward conversations, the occasional joke here and there… The ever present feeling of what he could only assume was regret through the bond. It had put him on edge, and being approached by a slutty sheep in the middle of a demon infested pit did nothing to help.