Although he knew something like this was going to be coming, he was surprised how little she'd actually felt during the whole ordeal until Vince left. Either she didn't know what to think, or was getting better at hiding her emotions through the bond. Through which he could feel her heat emitting towards him, not like her usual anger, more of annoyed flame if anything. "Come on now scales, even if I would have given you a say, you wouldn't have known what to do with it any more than you do now. You aren't exactly up to date with how things go between Foundation members."<br/><br/>He wasn't trying to hurt her feelings, but thinking about the arrangement with Vince, he didn't really think to blunt his words. "Besides, if he's anything like his brother, you're nothing more than another notch in his belt. And as of right now, I can't honestly tell you if he wants to stab you with a knife or something a little more personal to him. If he got stuck in here by playing bed games with a demon, I don't think he's gonna hold you in high regard." Letting the metallic rune wear out on his arm came with the familiar pain, the needles in his skin that came from lack of sensation. He groaned a little as it felt like the arm was brought back to life.<br/><br/>Grabbing his sword and getting some more 'work' appropriate attire on, he was a little anxious to cut something. Having to put up with Vince was satisfying and unsettling at the same time. He wasn't sure if he should work with or against Vince to get out of here. To be brutally honest, Faelan wasn't even sure Vince would be worth the reward if things decided to go sour. And knowing his luck, things usually went sour. Trying not to sound sarcastic, he glanced with a small smile at Shula,  "What say you, we go cut some stuff up and relieve some stress?"