Ma'ai resumed tending to his meal when Anuriel granted him permission to stay, although he wasn't so blind as to miss the lingering tension between the two demons. Damien's offer was generous indeed but not something he'd allow himself to indulge in. While both races were supposed to be on friendlier -if not neutral- terms, Ma'ai couldn't bring himself to surround himself with the enemy on a constant basis. Especially during one of his most vulnerable moments. "Thank you but I do believe I've already been assigned a sleeping quarter." Upon specific request and persistent pleading, Ma'ai had been given bunking in a tent with other angels and well away from demons. Ma'ai finished the last of his chowder and stood up to dismiss himself. "Thank you both for your company, it was a pleasure meeting you. Perhaps we'll see each other again soon?" All pointless formalities, of course they'd likely be seeing each other again soon considering how condensed and mixed the populations were here in camp.