Shula persisted her complaints until she finally realized that Fealan's head was so far up his ass that he couldn't hear her. She eventually stopped, begrudgingly. At this point she was honestly too tired to deal with anything and all she wanted was a good nights rest and something to eat. She rolled her eyes, as she followed Fealan and Jack, practically invisible as far as they knew. She helped herself to a seat, curling up as she glared at the man. Jack sat down again, looking between the two.<br/><br/>"Hm...Quite the strained relationship between two people who are bonded." He commented absently. He looked back at Fealan, narrowing his eyes. The demon scratched his chin, mulling over Fealan's question for a moment. He opened a drawer in his desk, grabbing a knife from it and scooting it towards Fealan.<br/><br/>"If you want to know then go on and stab my hand." He said with an almost innocent smile as he laid his hand flat on the wood of desk in front of the albino man. Shula raised he eyebrows, seeming to be interested herself.