The chase only lasts about a minute before the children simply start playing once more, turning the chase into a game of hound and hare, with Javier as the hare. Laisander watches with a broad smile, acting as the rabbit hole where the boy can stand and breath for a few seconds before being chased again. [i]'It's almost like the games my cousins play, but a bit more fun and less training involved'[/i] As his family is very steeped in the military life, even as young ones they play fight more than anything else, practicing maneuvers from stories their older relatives tell them about. When he feels the demon exit the building he remains still, watching the children despite his natural urge to turn and face the beast.

He watches the children, not even looking up when addressed instead smiling and ruffling little Javier's hair as he once more comes to stand beside the angel. “Good morning father, it's good to be back.” he replies softly, shooing the boy off as the false priest tells them to leave him alone. His voice is soft, non combative. He wants to know more, and fighting the man would to little in the way of getting him answers. [i]'Especially with how afraid he is about them finding out about him. Of all “orders” he's given me, that one seemed the most serious of the bunch'[/i] He sighs softly, following the demon a few paces, just far enough to not be overheard by the children, before stopping and saying just loud enough for the demon to hear, “I seek no quarrel with you. . . .Father. I will follow these rules of yours, though most are unnecessary to state as I really do love children.”

Stepping in a little closer to the demon, carefully hooking his arm to turn him a bit, not wanting to have to follow the man all the way inside. His touch is gentle, and devoid of his holy grace. “And before you get your panties in a bunch, keep in mind you never once said I could not come back. I've done as you have so politely requested of me, and even ignored your less than polite death threat. This is a house of God and I have rights to be here as one of His sons. I do not [b]need[/b] to do as you ask, but I have. By your own words I should be trying to beat some respect out of you, but as you've taken to the guise as a man of the cloth I expect you to abide the same laws the rest have to follow.”

Letting go and stepping back he sighs again. “Your flock is safe, from me at least. I worry for them with you around and you can not even pretend to blame me for that. You are a demon, you are all well known for your evils against humans, and until I hear the truth of it I will come and go as I please.” His tone is very calm, his face relaxed, not wanting to alert anyone to the tenseness of the very one sided conversation. A few kids stop to look every once in a while, but they have learned that sometimes grown ups just need to talk. Very softly he adds, “No one knows I am here. I'm on my own time. A vacation if you will. No one will bother to look for me. . .No one care enough to do that.” That final little confession about his relationship with his fellows is quite unintentional and he doesn't even notice he said it. He remains still, waiting to see what the demon will do, his only movement to look over his shoulder at the children now playing on the near ancient play equipment.