In the morning the dragon was slightly roused awake by Faelan going about his kitchen. She could hear in the background as he opened cupboards and moved around some of his stuff. The demon was a little started when he yelled at her though. She supposed she should have expected this. Normally the woman wouldn't be so rude as to destroy someone's property but given that she was here against her will she was making an exception.<br/><br/>"Shut up! I'm trying to sleep!" She snapped back, some couch fluff sticking to her hair. She repositioned a pillow, tightening the blanket around her further and she laid back down and turned her back to the man. She felt a little inkling of satisfaction. Destroying some of Faelan's stuff was petty revenge but she was going to take what she could get, especially since she was being treated like a tool.