"Well, you see now Vince, you got me all curious." Truth be told, Faelan wasn't sure if he could believe him or not. He seriously doubted that these two Hollanders could be brothers, the age difference was just way too big. "I wanna know a little bit about the guy trying to work with me. I'm curious about that arm in particular. And your<i>brother.</i>" Part of Faelan was even tempted to take the man back into their room, somewhere they could actually talk.<br/><br/>The more he thought about it, the more his curiosity into the man grew. Faelan wanted to know how old he was, how he came into possession of the arm, and what made him end up in Gehenna. Even now, Faelan might have more in common with this man than he'd like to admit. Seeing the man squirm was also something he took a lot of pleasure in, seeing him put into his place. "You interrupted our meal, so how about we finish this conversation somewhere more private?" He wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to take Vince back into their room, but it'd be a lot easier to discuss the Foundation behind closed doors.<br/><br/>It was a bit of a double edged sword, because it was a relative pleasure being able to make him sweat and limit what he could say because of the surrounding demons. But at the same time, he shared the same restrictions. Despite there probably being some kind of code they could come up with on the spot that would sound like gibberish to the demons, he wasn't willing to put in that much effort or put himself in that much risk. Nudging Shula again, he stood up abruptly, drawing a couple eyes. "Go ahead and follow if you actually want to discuss this."