"Look, I get the idea: I'm a dick. I know. But you're gonna need some help, and I'm gonna need some help- this chick jinxes the fights like crazy. Plays dirty. You seem like you know what you're doing." Vince stated, motioning to Faelan, "And you lack skill but you got a lot of fire in you, literally<i>and</i>figuratively. You both need to get out of here alive to collect your paychecks, and trust me, Jack ain't gonna send a couple of people your way if you're MIA. I'm the exception." He explained, very matter-of-factly.<br/><br/>Shula worried at her bottom lip, tapping a claw on the table as she leaned back in her chair and sized Vince up. Truth be told she didn't want anything to do with this guy. He unnerved her- he smelled different and he acted different then the usual demon down here; all of it was odd for a reason she couldn't quite put her finger on. She looked at Faelan, sensing a minor shift in his mood. It was actually...odd. Usually she wouldn't be able to pick up on minor emotions she felt from him but over the last couple of days her mind had been a weird myriad of mixed emotions inseminating from both of them. She had to wonder if it was because he'd controlled her body. The dragon then had to wonder if he'd felt a shift in the bond and if he could feel her slight apprehensiveness. She was more cautious. A little more out of it. Distant.<br/><br/>"Seriously? You're just desperate, aren't you?" She quipped. The man frowned at the statement, obviously bothered by it.<br/><br/>"Hey, it's bad enough I'm coming back to you two. You don't have to rub it in."