Feeling as if he'd just closed his eyes the angel jerks away at the sound of the knocking. It takes him half a moment to realize that he's not where he should be and with a sigh he rolls to his feet from the floor. [i]'I didn't even notice falling off the bed this time. . .I gotta stop doing that, the floor is not good for the joints. . .'[/i] Dusting himself off Lai wanders over to the door, actually quite relaxed despite his silent complaints. Opening it on to those wide innocent eyes helps to keep his mood uplifted despite the clear demonic aura around the letter in the child's hand Taking it with a light smile he avoids grimacing until the child races off.

Sticking out his tongue as if he's tasted something foul the angel reads it in the doorway rather than in his room, since he still plans on spending the night and doesn't want the taint to be hanging around all evening. Pulling out the letter he pops his neck before reading. [i]'What does that demon want that he can't say to my face, hmmm?'[/i] As he reads he has the good sense to turn at least towards his room so that when he 'accidentally' torches the letter no one sees him. The sheer nerve of the demon trying to tell him what he can and can't do removes all the relaxation he had only moments before and now it takes all the self control he can muster to not race off and take the demon's head the very instant the letter burns completely into ash.

The small sound of metal on stone draws Lai's energy charged eyes down to the floor where he spots the bullet with his name on it. The sudden show of whimsy and stile coming from the demon seems to extinguish the anger radiating off the angel like a high wind and he cracks a smile. Reaching down he carefully picks it up, looking it over like a fine piece of art before slipping it into an inner pocket. [i]'Well, this is different. . .He is either taunting me, or something I can not even fathom is going on here. . .'[/i] With a devilish grin equal to a demons in self satisfaction he heads out of his room, following the mass of bodies towards the smell of food. He does not really need to eat right now, and human food is hardly substantial to this holy being, however he decides to eat a little to be polite, letting those who need it more to eat without worrying that he's not doing so.

Coming to a halt in the archway leading into the place where everyone is gathered for the evening meal Laisander instinctively bows his head at the sound of the prayer. He recognizes the demon's voice however that does not lessen his respect for the praise for the lord. [i]'Even though your father resides in hell, in this house, all the praise goes to Him'[/i] As soon as the prayer is done Lai continues on his way, picking an empty stretch of a bench beside one of the many tables. However before he can take his seat the demon is right there, in front of him. His goggles now hanging around his neck the angel looks up at the demon with his clear calm gaze.

His anger from before seems a distant memory as he smiles at the false father, taking the bowl with his right hand. Before the demon can retract his own hand though Lai reaches out and grabs it by the fingers, like a gentleman preparing to kiss a lady's hand. His eyes narrow only a fraction as he brings the demon's hand in close, pressing it to his forehead in an old sign of respect for the clergy. Most watching to not recognize the gesture, but a few do and go back to eating without a word. “Yes I did, thank you, [b]father[/b].” he murmurs softly before releasing the man's fingers and continuing on his way to the bench.

After being seated he smirks to himself. [i]'That old blessing is to ward of demons. He had his message delivered to me through an innocent, the coward. At least I delivered mine in person'[/i] Sighing gently he says his own private prayer before taking a few bites. However his meal I interrupted only moments later when the boy from before appears carrying his own bowl of soup. His eyes are as wide and curious as ever and with a chuckle Lai decides to tease the demon a bit. The youth lets out a happy squeal as Laisander pulls the youth up on to one leg so he can set his bowl down and eat with the angel. The boy gets comfortable and looks up at the angel expectantly.

Laisander glances towards the false priest and with a gentle sigh lets the glow from his wings show just enough for only the demon to see before wrapping one around the young man so that the feathers are brushing his back ever so slightly. The gesture is a protective one, and the boy doesn't even notice it, however it would be clear to any angel or demon that he's being non hostile with the action. Taking another bite he looks down at the young man with a smile. The youth looks up into the angels face, taken by how pretty Lai is, as most humans are. In fact, several sets of eyes around the room glance over every so often. Some are a little leery about his looks, but most are just curious.

Lai finally breaks the silence between them. “So, what's your name, and what's got you so obsessed with how strong I am?”

The boy giggles, ducking his head down a little playfully. “My name is Javier, and I just wanna be strong like you and Father Xephos so I can help more.” He beams at the angel. “I like helping out!” He hangs his head a little. “But I'm so small, I can only do little things. . .”

Lai bounces him a few times, recalling how his smaller cousins like it. It works and the slightly down youth giggles. “Well, everyone starts with the small things. You keep working at it and you'll be strong one day. Just work hard, eat healthy, and don't forget to play every once in a while. Play is good for you.” The angel speaks with a serious tone, but with a sparkle in his eyes that makes the boy grin.

He takes a bite, looking back at the angel curiously. “Play is really important?”

“Yes!” Lai says with a laugh. The closeness of the innocence helps to keep the angel calm, keeping his temper from flaring at the idea of the demon being so close. He would never willingly let a child be hurt. “Play is very important. It helps you learn things that training can not, or even school work. . .Not that they aren't important too.” Eyes wide the boy eats and listens as Lai goes on to talk about how to grow up healthy, and many little modified tales of his own youth to make it sound like he grew up on earth. As he talks the adults around him slowly move off to bed for the evening while the children not so subtly make their way over to listen to the stories.

They try to pretend that they are not listening, but by the end Lai I sitting facing away from the table, talking about the time he followed a bird to the top of a tall tree only to have it fly off and have him stuck there for hours until his mother came to get him. Several of the children look a little sad at the mention of his mother, one even starts crying. With a sad look he slips Javier off his lap and scoops up the little pigtailed girl. He crying grows dimmer as he rocks her, shushing her gently, letting his holy aura flow through her. When at last she calm he smiles at her and tugs gently on one of his pigtails. She pouts and wraps her arms around his neck. The rest of the children seem happier now too and begin whining for another story.