The angel's head goes up. [i]'It's coming'[/i] He keeps his energy down, in case he can shoo the demon out without disturbing the humans, however the sight that greets his eyes stops him cold. [i]'The children, they. . They know him!? They. . It's. . .'[/i] He can not believe his eyes. The little human children seems to be [b]fond[/b] of the demon! The looks in their eyes, their adoration, it's all so foreign to him all he can do is watch the seen from behind hid goggles. His gaze remains locked on the demon, and it takes several minutes to realize what he's wearing. The sight of the familiar black and white configuration floors the angel and he can not even try to pretend his moth doesn't fall open at the realization.

Snapping it close quickly however he can almost feel his world turning upside down. His thoughts are so scattered that when a young girl bounces up to him it takes a couple tries before she can get his attention. “Sir, sir, are you okay? Did you fall asleep standing up? Sir?”

He snaps out of his thoughts as she waves a hand in front of his face. Looking over at her he catches her smiling in relief as he finally moves. “Pardon me, I was thinking. What did you say?” His voice is much quieter than usual. Then again, the only time he really uses it is in battle or when having to shout over all the other voice in his household.

Clasping her hands behind her back she bends over slightly, trying to hide the fact that she's happily exasperated to have to repeat herself again. “I was just asking, sir, if you are seeking shelter for the evening. The beds are free, however we do ask for a fee of labor to help us out around here.”

Laisander blinks slowly, wondering if he should accept. Looking back to the “Priest” carrying boxes around he can feel his temper flare and without another thought he nods. “Yeah, I wanna stay the night.” He looks back to the girl. “What do I need to do?” His hands slips out of his pockets in a show that he's ready to work. She looks a little startled at his sudden shift however with a slightly nervous laugh she motions to a doorway on the opposite side of the church.

“There's a lot of things that were delivered recently here, and we need to get all the boxes over to the pantry and storage rooms. If you'll just follow me. . .” He nods, following her into a room full of a very jumbled mess of boxes. One of the young men in the room take the angel off the girl's hands and begins directing Lai in what he's suppose to do. They try to take it easy on him, thinking his small stature may mean he's not very strong, but almost without thinking he proves them wrong by lifting up several heavy boxes full of cans.

“Where to?” He asks, not sounding strained at all by the weight. The youth looking at him points vaguely towards the room opposite them and with a nod Laisander makes his way towards the place where the false priest is working. He does not look at the man, letting some of the kids direct him, a few letting out noises of amazement, and settle the stack down with others of the same kind. As the children gather around to gape at the strong man Laisander's expression softens. Looking around at all the excited faces he almost lets himself forget what he came for.

However he quickly recalls and looks back towards the demon. When they had passed earlier there is no way he could have missed the holy energy emanating from the angel, and Lai wonders what the demon is going to do about it. However a tug on his sleeve catches his attention almost immediately. Looking down at the young man he smiles. “Yes?”

“How are you so strong? Are you stronger than Father Xephos? Do you come from far away?” The string of questions catch him off guard and he answers with little thought.

“I eat well and work out, I don't know him but probably, and yeah, my home is pretty far away. . .” The boy's eyes go wide as he races out of the room to find Father Xephos and tell him the news of a man who claims to be stronger than him. Lai rolls his eyes and goes back to work.