The demon followed the girl with his gaze as she moved about, fixing her hand. He was honestly curious as to her methods, and couldn't help but stretch his neck just a tad when he saw her spread something on her hand - something that, surprisingly enough, seemed to be actually effective, at least according to the girl herself. How curious. The substance looked strange to the demon, and its texture kind of reminded him of some of the creatures back home. Hm. Maybe he should catch a few and bottle them up for her? It could be a good 'thank you' gift. 

She had brushed off the rescue as something anyone would have done, but the demon couldn't help but shake his head at that. "Not anyone," he commented with another headshake and a frown. "Most people I know would have left me there to rot." Of course, 'most people he knew' were not people at all but demons. But, hey. Details, schmetails.

His smile widened as she offered her name. Frankie? He couldn't recall having heard that particular human name before, but it wasn't bad. It fit her. And in either case, now his human had a name! And he... still didn't. Oh. Right, he had never taken the time to come up with one, and here she was, asking for it. Uh, well...

"Don't have oone~" the demon piped up honestly, eyes wide and shoulders raised into a theatrical shrug, mug still in hand. "So, you can gimme one! You picked me up from the street, so that's just normal, right? Since I'm yours now!" He said all of this with not the slightest hint of jest in his voice and with a smile that was nothing short of genuine. It was clear that, happy as he was, he wasn't kidding.