Even as they were told to keep watch, Vin walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. Mary was still child sized so she didn't take up too much space. He leaned against a few empty crates that served as shelves and listened. And as he sat and got comfortable, his lazy tendencies began to kick in.

"Well yeah, what other reason is there to be brought back to life?" Vincent's eyes grew heavy so he closed them, somehow still awake to listen. "Mean or not, you're still Death. You could protect us if you wanted." 

Vincent had opened his eyes long enough to see Mary cowering away, and Kiara locking the door. "Don't worry Mary, Webster won't get you. We won't let that happen. Right Kiara?" With a chuckle, Vincent laid backwards on the bed and rested his hands behind his head. 

"I guess that food option will have to wait till morning." He yawned, getting more and more comfortable. "Oh and bathroom breaks... Yeah that'll be your job Kiara." Taking a girl somewhere to find a restroom was not something he wanted to experience. At least not unilateral he was older and had a kid of his own... If these demons and angels would allow it. 

"If you need me... I'll be... Guarding." It didn't take a genius to know that he'd probably fall asleep in the next few moments. Fortunately for them, Vincent wasn't a heavy sleeper- so if something bad did happen, he would know it... An possibly try to ignore it.