"I'm perfectly capable of working without that piles of scales slowing me down." He didn't say it rudely, but there was a certain level of venom to his voice. Faelan worried for a second that the demon wouldn't hire him alone, but he didn't imagine a man hiring mercenaries after watching a bar fight would have the highest standards. Besides, if this didn't happen to pan out, the city seemed big enough, he could find someone who wanted someone dead. It was what he was good at after all. The sword wasn't easy to hide either, so sticking off his back so blatantly would probably get someone's attention, whether they wanted it or not.<br/><br/>The bond seemed to giving out anyway, the pain in his chest had faded considerably, and went away the more of this demon booze he drank. It wasn't all that different from normal booze, just with a much better kick to it, and he imagined it was probably the only thing he was going to enjoy while hiding away in this realm. Chugging another shot of whatever was in his cup, he looked to Jack again and smiled. "So, what kind of business did you have in mind?"