Through the bond, Faelan could feel everything she felt. But he also felt it trying to drag what he was feeling to her as well, and he had put up a little block in his mind. There was enough emotion in her head, he didn't need his to be mixed in. With how tense the situation was, the last thing he wanted was for her to start despising him for something they'd done while she was drunk. The minimal friendship they've made over the course of this last year was really the only thing he had down here other than his sword. And despite how it felt sometimes, she was probably the only thing keeping him from killing something.<br/><br/>There was also the fact that he acknowledged her more now. It wasn't possible for him to lie to himself anymore. Even with her tail, the horns sprouting from her head, and the claws... He'd spent so much time with her, got to know her, that when he looked at her he didn't see a demon. It was just Shula. She had history, a life beyond him, her one goals, emotions and thoughts. Their bond wasn't just something he'd gotten on a whim anymore. Although it was still repressed on both sides, it'd flourished since their days back at the foundation.<br/><br/>"Hey Shula, don't be like that. We didn't do anything, and I stopped you before you did something you'd regret." He thought he'd just leave out the part he'd returned the kiss. "Besides, I'm not sure why you are so upset, out of half the things down in this hell, I feel like I'm a pretty solid choice for a first kiss." Swallowing a rather large lump in his throat as he made the joke, he felt guilty she'd actually wasted it on him. Nothing he'd let through the bond, but still. If this little display of hers was anything to go by, he doubted she'd ever try to make anything out of it. And he still couldn't wrap his mind around the thought of being with a demon.