After the walk home, Faelan didn't feel like putting up with Shula and immediately went to the kitchen. To be honest, Faelan couldn't cook to save his life, but he could mix up some interesting drinks. He grabbed a clear vodka from under the bar, and a glass. Filling up the glass some, he grabbed what was left of his cranberry juice, and probably expired grapefruit juice. Mixing it in, he took a sip, and it was just right.<br/><br/>"You know, you'd have a seat if you wouldn't have torn up my couch. And I don't want to deal with you bitching all night, come over here and have a drink. I'll even make it for you, on the house."<br/><br/>He hadn't really cared about offending the dragon, nor did he feel bad about it, but he knew what it felt like to feel alone, and even he wasn't brute enough to make her endure her thoughts.