“Waiting isn’t really my strong suit, so if you wanna fight for your mind, go ahead and try and take it back. Because if you don’t mind, I’d like to keep mine.” He could feel her getting pissed at his smile, not the insight to know she was pissed. No, he could actually feel it, almost like he was getting angry himself. “Now cheer up why don’t you, you’re killing the mood.”<br/><br/>“You know Agent Bystrom, I don’t think we could have picked a better monster for this bond, and I’m not talking about the demon. Your lack of concern and seriousness for this project is being duly noted.”<br/><br/>“Oh, come on Sammy. We went to training together. You know that I’m serious about my job. Hell, the fact that I bonded myself to an A rank demon has to say something in its own.” Faelan’s mind could feel the demon resenting him. The feeling was like a palpable sensation, like something grazing his skin. It was quite uncomfortable, and he wondered if the demon could feel what he was thinking as well. Laying back on the bed, a thought popped into his mind, and while it felt like his, he wasn’t entirely sure it was.<br/><br/>“And by the way, if I am supposed to be utilizing this demon, I am going to need it in good shape, so get the fucking thing a bed would ya? I don’t know about you guys, but I don’t leave my tools on the floor.”