Leras snorts softly. "You know nothing of the angels, then. They enforced a clothing rule -thousands- of years ago, and even then no one stared." He mutters, shaking his head. "Not that I stared at Kieri or anything. Or anyone for that matter. Its all about the eye contact, Cernos, all about the eye contact. You'll learn it pretty quickly once we get out of here." Silently the demon watches as the young male moves over to the dresser, starting to fiddle around in the drawers. Though he could not help but shake his head with another snort. "And you don't need to bring anything. Where we are going, everything you could possibly need will already be there. Though I suppose before we go, is there anything else you'd like to do? You know, say goodbye to anyone, friends, family. Send some angry letters? Anything?"

Leras is silent for a few moments. "Because any contact you will have with the humans wont be for another hundred years or so. Maybe a bit less, but, everyone or anything you care for now will be gone by then." Finally a breathy sigh escapes, just eying him curiously while waiting.