Upon being called out, Faelan tensed up a little, his free hand reflexively going towards his sword as discreetly as he could. Every sense he'd developed to tell him when a situation was going south was ringing like a church gong. Luckily, nothing seemed to notice and Faelan wasn't going to concede. Looking the man dead in the eyes, he growled, "Another thing I am is bonded." Pulling down his collar to the poor tunic he'd picked that day showed the marks of the bond. Hoping Shula played along with it, he gestured towards her. He wasn't about to let this creep fuck with (or just fuck) Shula. Despite their conversation only a couple days ago, he still felt the urge to keep her away from Vince.<br/><br/>Faelan's feelings broiled around in his chest, he knew he shouldn't start anything with this guy, he had probably earned his reputation and knew more about Faelan than Faelan knew about him. But at the same time, he wanted to knock this dickhead out, and drag his unconscious body to Jack. Although he enjoyed Shula's company while they were here, he also wouldn't mind a little space. So he could figure out what was going on, maybe find a human girl down here. Something to distract him at least. Even as the two of them glared down the man, he almost took pride in calling her his bond mate.<br/><br/>"Now if you would kindly fuck off, I'm trying to enjoy my lunch without someone trying to call me a human," Faelan said, tapping the crude plate with his fork to point out that his meal had almost gone untouched. Although Faelan didn't genuinely expect that to work, he actually was pretty tired from not being able to eat as much since they had to watch how much they spent here. And he was concerned if he didn't start eating soon, Shula would finish hers and steal his plate.