Trying to ignore how casually she's stripped in front of him, he took off his own tunic and then laid on the bed, trying not to huff and puff as much as he wanted to. Something about Vince crawled under his skin, and he really didn't like it. Even with how much he was getting paid, he hardly cared about the money, his mind just kept imagining various parts of the demon skewered on his sword. It pissed him off even more how pissed he was getting by one measly demon too.<br/><br/>He was also pissed that he made such a simple mistake and didn't even get to have some shitty booze to help him sleep. Closing his eyes, he took several deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. All that did was make him smell the room, and quite frankly, Shula. It wasn't necessarily bad. But it was fairly obvious neither of them hadn't had a proper shower. Luckily, neither of them reeked, but taking a long bath wouldn't be something he'd be against. Hell, if he was lucky, he'd even share the bath with a cute woman.<br/><br/>"We'll be getting out of here alive and you know it. It's almost insulting that you'd think I'd die in a place like this." Although he was trying to joke around, the tone came out harsher than he intended, but he was sure she got the point well enough. At this point, he wasn't genuinely sure what he'd prefer. A night out with a good woman, a good drink, or a good fight. Any of them could have helped his mood, and he was just thinking about any one of them, hell, maybe two together. "I can't believe I messed up something so simple. God damn, this place is getting to me."