Everything hurt. Faelan wasn’t sure if he was waking up or dying. But hearing soft scuttling, then the light hand on his throat dragged him to reality. Normally, the hand on his neck would have immediately snapped him awake, but his body felt fairly unresponsive, like he’d been hit by a truck. Opening his eyes, he saw the draconic standing above him, her hands wrapped ever so softly around his neck.<br/><br/>“Well, this is kind of a bad way to start the day don’t you think?”<br/><br/>Even as he sat up, the tears in her eyes told him exactly what he needed to know, as well as the circular black design on her chest, the one that matched his rune. They’d been bonded. Which would explain why she was simply standing there. Bonded pairs only did what the dominant partner had in mind. And he didn’t too much feel like being choked, so even while he was unconscious, she wasn’t able to harm him. Looking around, the room they were in wasn’t unlike a prison cell. It seemed to be comprised of metal walls, with a thick door. The slits on the door told him that higher ups didn’t know what to think yet, and only planned on communication via hole in door. If almost to challenge his half-awake thoughts, the apparent intercom in the room seemed to turn on, as he could hear static noise.<br/><br/>“Agent Bystrom, congratulations on surviving. I feel like you’d be pleased to know you are the first agent to be successfully bonded to an A rank demon. As far how well you did, well, you’ve obviously been established in the link as the dominant partner, so we’ll keep you in this safe room until either we are confident in your ability to control the demon, or until something goes wrong. A post bonding checkup has been performed, and your body seems to be doing good. If not better than before.”<br/><br/>Attempting to stand up, he grabbed onto the wall, brushing up against the draconic as he balanced himself.<br/><br/>“Hell of a therapy regiment you guys got me on here, I feel like I haven’t had a drink in years. Maybe you guys could let me out and we could settle for a bottle of whiskey?” he joked, even though his mouth was dry, and his body felt like alcohol would be the least of his worries. His chest ached, and so did his runes. The one on his chest matched the one on his palm, and the one on her chest. It was an intricate weave of ink, bound into the shape of a circle, magical symbols marked throughout the tattoo. Remembering back to the day he’d gotten it, he smiled a bit before falling back down onto the bed as his legs failed to hold him. “Drinks on you though, I’m all tuckered out after a rough night with a horny one last night.”