As the demonic energy fades with the false priest's departure Lai lets himself relax a little bit, watching the little ones prance around, helping where they can. He continues bringing boxes from one room to another, going where the church folk tell him to, all the while glancing towards where he can still feel the evil presence. [i]'He's back there, just. . .Just what? What is he doing here!? The children seem to love him and trust him, which means he's been here a while, and he didn’t jump me as soon as he sensed me, meaning. . . .What? He's a demon with some self control?'[/i] Several of the humans step away from him but he ignores them, continuing working.

Even thought that can't see his eyes, many of them sense his increasingly foul mood. Normally he's almost calm around humans. He knows how his moods affect those around him in the human realm, however in his current state it's all he can do not to charge over to the demon and start flaying some answers out of him. However, when one of the kids runs in front of him, almost knocking the boxes from his arms and his first response it to wanna smack the kid he finally notices how much he's stressing and forces himself to calm down. [i]'I will get my answers, I will. . .I just have to wait. . .. '[/i]

The kid looks frightened at first but after a few seconds he smiles and ruffles her hair. She giggles and pushes his hand off before returning to her running about. He watches her go, remembering his cousins back at home that he should get back to one of these days. Being active in the military makes it hard to get home time, and ever since the incident he's not found himself wanting to go home very often. He does miss the little ones though and he resolves to go see them when he's done here. As the demonic presence draws closer he sets down the boxes he's carrying where he's told before heading out of the room to wait for the demon to come in close. However when he does, meeting his eyes and everything, all he does is begin acting like the perfect host.

Laisander suppresses a growl and listens silently to what the male has to say. [i]'I guess he doesn't want to be outed. . . .I don't get it, I don't get it! Demons terrorize humans, fact of life, and now he doesn't even want them knowing he's here. . .Or, well, at least, what he is. . .Maybe he's got a screw loose? I've heard of crazy demons before. . .'[/i] He follow at the back of the group, listening to the male talk, watching as he points people off to their rooms, their numbers diminishing steadily until at last he is walking alone behind the false father. [i]'If he wanted to try anything, this would be it, but. . .I don't sense the fighting spirit in him. He's not preparing to attack I would know. He's just. . . .Trying to be polite. . .Makes me more uneasy than if he had a knife at my throat. . .'[/i]

He tenses a little when the demon turns to address him, his eyes narrowing behind his goggles. He stays silent, following a little closer when they continue on, and he even smiles when he notices how far his room is from the others'. [i]'Easier to come and slit my throat in my sleep, eh? Maybe that's his lure here. . . Drawing in angels with the innocent act. . .'[/i] He knows he's just being paranoid at this point but in the silence there it little else for his mind to think on. He would break the silence as they walk, but what would he say to a demon? When they finally reach his door Laisander doesn't hesitate, walking straight up to the false priest, turning at the last second to open the door. Pausing he puts a hand on the door frame, the other coming up to push his goggles so they are resting over his bangs rather than his eyes.

Turning his cool gaze up at the demon his loathing of the beast is clear. “What business have you here demon? Think long on this for it will decide what I shall have done with you.” His voice is harsh, unyielding, and before the demon can respond he slips into his accommodations and closes the door softly. Letting out a long sigh Laisander compliments himself on not losing it, taking a few slow breaths before looking around the room. It is small, simply furnished with only a lamp on a small table, a bed, a small chest, and a small window. [i]'Wow. . .The barracks is more crowded, but at least the beds are bigger. . .Ah, well, they are doing their best'[/i] Shrugging he plops down on the bed and yawns. He knows he can't sleep before at least showing up for supper, but he can't help feeling exhausted after the battle he was just in, and the stress he's been under since arriving. [i]'Perhaps a nap. . . .'[/i]