The little one jerks at the sound of his voice, and he tenses, ready it grab him up if he bolts. However when the boy turns to look at him Vaan freeze. For some reason, the look in the child's eyes looks a little off to him. [i]'He has hardly given my obviously non human features a glance. He's looking directly into my eyes, almost. . .Almost as if he doesn't care. But, he's just a child, how could. . . .'[/i] Vaan feels himself relaxing, realizing that the boy isn't going to run. He remains quiet as the boy begins asking question, unsure of just how to respond, or if he should respond at all. The logical part of his brain tells him he could just kill the kid and git it over with before it really does begin freaking out. However even as he wills his limbs into motion, something keeps him still, just listening to the crushed and desperate words from the small living thing.

It moves closer causing his muscles to ripple beneath his skin as he shifts down on to one knee on instinct. He has no idea where the instinct came from, but as the boy seems to finally break down his eyelids droop a bit as he watches those blood soaked hands come up to clutch at tear stained cheeks. The blood trails over the pale flesh as his small hands com up even further to cover his face completely. [i]'Oh boy, now what am I going to do. I've. . .I've lost the will to do this. He's just to. . . .He has nothing to do with my job so why should I. . .'[/i] Like a bolt a thought fires through his mind. Pulling up his contract in his head he looks it over carefully and after a few seconds he smiles gently. [i]'I don't have to do it. I don't have to kill it. Nowhere does it say to take out everyone in the house, they just want a 'clean job'. Stuff like that is left up to the assassin's interpretation'[/i] Glancing down at the little shaking shoulder his smile widens a bit. 

[i]'And I'm interpreting it now'[/i] The child's last question is the final key and with a soft shushing noise he leans in closer to the boy. “I'm sorry, they can't wake up. That's not how something like this works little one.” He carefully pulls the bloodied fingers away from his pale face and with one arm scoops up the boy. Looking down into his wet face he adds, “I'm not the kind of thing that brings people back.” His hold is gentle but firm as to not drop him. A hold to try and make him feel safe as the demon stands and waters upstairs with him. “We have to get you cleaned up. There is somewhere we can go where you will be safe. Somewhere where you don't have to worry about sleeping and not waking up.” 

Peeking through doors until he's sure that the child is the only one left in the house he wanders back down the upstairs hall until he's at the bathroom he'd spotted earlier. Wandering inside he stands the boy in the bathtub and strips him down before turning on the water to a nice warm temperature. Picking up a couple washrags he hands one to the child, smiling gently, then goes to work carefully cleaning the boy's face. “Could you get your hands and arms for me?” he asks. Spending a lot of time around humans on hos favorite world has given him a lot of insight into getting a kid to do what you want it to. He hums a little tune as he works, making sure to keep his claws off of the boy's delicate flesh.