((Can I also blame you for changing my style from past tense to present tense? ))

 It sends a sharp electric shock up his arm and he visibly tensed, shoulders raised and hands clenched into fists. He grits his teeth and turns to face the man. All his senses on fire and his entire body on high alert. The touch shouldn't have made him react like that, especially not one that was [i]just[/i] a touch. People have touched his arm and shoulder before. And those who could, though there were very few people that were able to, sneak up on him from behind and tap him square on the shoulders hadn't made him react like he was about to find some great beast right behind him. 

 And it takes a moment for the angel's words to fully reach him and even longer for him to process it over the roaring in his ears. It overwhelms his senses for a good minute. The world flashes white and he feels that urge inside of him lift it's head up from it's heavy slumber and he hurries to soothe it before it can fully awaken from it's slumber before he focuses fully on the man stood before him and his seemingly sincere words. 

 There is the misconception, that demons are gifted with the gab; able to twist the truth and manipulate their words into an unrecognizable mess of double meanings, puns and ominous foreshadowing. And if they can't, then they're excellent liars as well. While, angels are supposedly cursed with the inability to tell a single lie be it harmless or not. He doesn't know exactly how the mortals were able to come up with such a classification of liars and honest good doers, but it's not completely untrue. It was much more like how if one chose to be an architect, they would have to learn to be practical and artistic. It wasn't an inborn trait, but it came with the trade. And after all that being said, angels usually were more honest, but they also had the habit of sounding more sincere than they actually were. 

Something to do with their aura or just the entire image of justice and righteousness associated with them that made it so easy for people to be taken in by their warm assurances and promises. And Xephos wanted to believe him, let himself put faith in that goody goody image of the angel, yet he knows better than to trust so easily. 

He doubts it honestly, even if he knows the angel is truthful about his love of children. He doesn't believe that the angel has come all this way here just to hear him give some sort of confession even if he can follow what rules have been preset for him. He doesn't trust that the angel is here on his own time, though if he is, then chances are that it would not be for too long. He would just have to wait it out. It's not like he can kick him out without either one of them creating a scene.

 He knows that he shouldn't care either as long the angel didn't cause any harm to the children, that life is a long ways away. He has no quarrel with either side not any involvement in any part of the war. And he doesn't want even a hint of it to spill over here. 

 "I am not in a guise." He blurts out a little too quickly in response, then collects himself and straightens. Letting out a silent breath of air before he continues, "Here, I am the one who manages this sanctuary. It is not a vacation home for you to come and go as you please. Keep up your own guise and stay as long as you think you can. The rules stand as before, and I stress very carefully, you refrain from showing yourself to the mortals."

His gaze narrows and his mouth was sets itself in a thin line as he seemed to contemplate what he wishes to say next, "These people here don't need anymore trouble added onto their lives." He adds on with a dead panned tone before he turns on his heel and strides back towards the church.

Javier comes up running into Laisander's arms soon after, squealing with laughter as several other children try to maneuver around the man to catch him. He dodges them, trying to stick close to the man and avoid their reaching arms. This goes on for several more rounds of 'catch' before one of the older children appears and tries to usher them inside for lunch. [i]Tries to[/i]

"Can we have lunch outside today? Like a picnic?" One child cries out and is immediately followed by several more pleading cries and wide eyed stares.

 "Did you all not have a picnic a few weeks ago?"

 A chorus of 'no's follow and the elder child sighs and punches the bridge of her nose.

 "Alright, alright, only if Father Xephos allows it." A series of cheers and then more worried looks. The eldest usually went along to ask and in this case, they didn't have an elder, but child minds then to be quick in coming up with solutions, even more so in manipulating the feeble adult mind with a weapon known as child like cuteness. Laisander's was left defenseless an helpless against such a fearsome thing.