The butler nodded curtly at the footman as he was teased. Sakuya then smirked a bit toothily at the other. "Feline nature? Hm..." He mused with good nature, mostly relieved that Davis was safe. If the tiny human had died at the hands of a youkai on his watch, Mistress would be breaking a few windows just about now. It was a good thing that Ryuu knew that being clean was one of his pet peeves. If the footman hadn't cleaned his fingers off, he probably would have done so with his tongue- and that would have undoubtedly have ended badly. 

As Ryuu fled the scene, Sakuya snickered. So, leave it all to him, eh? Though of course he didn't mind. Scaling up a tree quickly, the butler dashed from treetop to treetop, swatting away buzzing insects, until he had reached the end of the woods. Standing in his black loafers and waiting for the child to waltz through, crying his eyes out and probably wanting a hug or something like that. Davis was just that sort of person- the type who was content with the little things like hugs and paper cranes. Luckily, though he didn't know much origami, a paper crane was enough to keep the boy occupied for at least a few hours. And if he got bored of the one he gave to him, he would just make another one- but this time out of a different paper. Or he could simply pawn the child off to bother one of the other household staff. 

Pink eyes looking slightly troubled as he gazed into the dark gaps between spotted, peeling tree trunks, wondering where exactly Davis was. Then his eyes lit up as he realized the human boy was probably still lost. He couldn't scale trees the way a youkai could- there were humans that could do such things, but rest assured, Davis was not one of them. He was a sweet kid, but hardly an acrobat. Leaning and peering in, the man hissed rather loudly at first, then began to shout. "Davis...? Davis. Davis! DAVIS!!" He yelled, the sound reverberating through the forest and shaking the trees. If that didn't get the boy's attention, he would have to light a path for the other to follow. 

"Hm... Grandmother's house is North from where I live, so maybe if I just go North? But which way is North?" Davis mused softly, hugging the tiny fox to his form and looking around. Using his obviously inaccurate child logic, his dark red hair was moved as he stroked it nervously. There was a sudden chill, and Davis looked at it quickly. "Oh, hey! The North Pole is cold! I bet that way is North!" As he took a few steps, he suddenly heard Saku's voice, calling him- from the opposite direction. "O-Oh. Yeah." He muttered quickly as he turned around and ran toward the butler's voice. He didn't even trip once. Pretty soon, he had made it out. And it was just beginning to get dark. 

He was a mess. Hair strewn with dirt and grime, tiny shallow cuts that didn't even bleed covered his knuckled, and he had a big bright eyes grin. Sakuya's face fell a bit as he saw the wounded animal in the other male's arms. 'What is that?" He questioned bluntly. Davis grinned. 

"A fox. I saved it!" He said proudly, knowing he upset the butler but not really knowing why. 

"Ah- I see." Sakuya stammered quickly. "W-Well let's get you cleaned up, huh?" He said, leading the child back into the mansion by the hand. Davis yawned q few times along the way. When the double doors opened, Sakuya couldn't stop the feline screech that escaped his lips. Sheepishly, he covered his mouth and flushed cheeks with a single hand. 

"Grandma!" Davis sang as he saw the old woman put down her book and meet them at the foyer. 

"Davis. You're very dirty... Why don't you go get cleaned up, alright?" She greeted sternly. Davis nodded, hugging the fox to his body. "Hn?" Constance asked, "Who's this?" She asked casually. Grandma never got mad or overly emotional. 

"Oh, I saved him!" 

"...Good." She said after a time, gesturing for Sakuya to come and take it from Davis' hands, to which he did silently. "Now go wash up." Davis nodded groggily and yawned, tottering off to the bathroom where he sat in the tub and turned on the shower, feeling sleepier than ever. 

"Momoko! Kaori! Kaede! Ryuu! I need you to help me with our guest here." She murmured, softly stroking the kitsune's fur. 

"Uh, Mistress, is this what I think it is?" Sakuya gently asked. 

"A kitsune?" She responded rhetorically.