It wasn't the first time someone had left his shop irritated, but walking down the stairs from higher up, he already knew it was something Faelan did. He hardly cleared the stairs when he saw the two of them just standing there casually. He'd been anxious to get rid of the cunt, it just didn't sit right with Thomas that he was letting a hunter stay here, just because Shula couldn't get rid of him. It was obvious Faelan didn't want to be at his shop, and he didn't want Faelan here either.<br/><br/>"What'd you do this time you useless cunt!" he yelled jumping down the last few stairs, immediately walking over to Faelan. "You can't just piss off every customer who walks through my doors. It's hard enough to sell haunted artifacts, even with your useless hide waltzing around like the hunter cunt you are." Thomas had tried to put up with having the man here this long, but he was still finding chunks of wood in the carpet. And now this shit to pile on top of it all.<br/><br/>"Sorry, what was that Thomas, I couldn't hear you over how much of a bitch you are." Faelan replied flippantly, not worrying about the demon's ranting. He'd gotten used to the yelling, so it wasn't anything new to him. If anything, it provided his day to day with a little more action than walking around looking for a pile of dust to sweep. Walking towards the stairs, he was a little surprised and even a little antsy when Thomas decided to step in front of them, blocking Faelan from getting to the stairs.<br/><br/>"I've been nothing but accepting of your pale ass ever since you showed up on this doorstep with Shula injured. She'd be fucking fantastic if you hadn't decided to do what you humans do best and mess up everything, just because you bloody cunts could." Thomas seethed as he yelled at the man, the past few days of bottling up his discomfort coming out in a wave of aggression. The fact that Faelan then had the nerve to laugh and cock his pasty head at him infuriated Thomas even more. "She's been through hell and back because of you fucking humans, and of course she had to get bonded to you, a fucking pasty hunter who's only friend is the bottom of a keg because he can't handle his wee little sister dying."<br/><br/>It took a very short second for Faelan to realize what he'd just said, no mention of his sister had been brought up by anyone. No one had the balls to. Thomas even seemed to understand he fucked up, because he started backing down and away from him, heading into the kitchen just behind a push door. Faelan followed him, staying right next to the man as he fled. "Say something else you demon piece of shit, I fucking dare you."<br/><br/>Towering over the demon, Faelan backed him up to the table, and he stopped moving, almost shaking in fear as Faelan yelled at him. The quick beat of his heart pulsed through his veins, and all the tension he'd had with the demon boiled to the surface, all the time him and Shula had spent just a distant memory behind an angry fog of red. And much to his surprise, and his utter delight, the pathetic red headed demon swung a fist. It was poorly aimed, and had no power, but when it struck Faelan's chin, he reacted. Violently. His hand gripped the demon's throat, hard, he could feel the pressure already building as the blood struggled to go up. Lifting up, the man easily came off the ground, and with a sharp shift down, Faelan drove the little man through the table, as the utter force splintered the wood around the demon's body.<br/><br/>Thomas laid there, barely wheezing as the table fell around him. Faelan pulled out his sword, the glittering metal menacing outside of it's sheath. The tip of it came to rest over the demon's throat, and Faelan stared down at him. "The only reason you keep that worthless demon mouth of yours is because I want you to live knowing you aren't anything but a speck of dirt." Pushing with minimal force, Faelan knicked the demon's soft skin, drawing blood. Walking towards the door that lead out back, Faelan grabbed one of the pictures off of the fireplace. "Big words coming from the shape shifter who stayed as a dead man." With a single easy heave of his leg, Faelan kicked the door well off it's hinges, watching as it spun a couple of times before falling to the ground with a loud thud.