With a look of confusion, Zander peered at his partner. Ever ready to provide information, Zoe did her best to illuminate him, though she was somewhat unsure herself. “They're like...moving paintings. They tell stories.” Shrugging, Zander turned back to face the human while Zoe continued to speak. “I am not too sure about us really. As far as I can remember, we were made as one angel but being two people feels very natural, yes?' Zander nodded.” As for the demons, it's fairly safe to say they're coming from hell. If you were watching us during that fight, you know that we don't need any help.”

An idea popped into Zander's head. Taking his partner aside, they whispered together for a moment.
“Maybe we can use this guy,” he began
“Why? He might be a sensitive, but I don not care for his comment about demons. He might be able to punch out one of the measly troops, but even against a monster like Buer he would be hopelessly outclassed. If we are going after Astaroth, he will only slow us down and get killed.”
At this point, Zander was shaking his head. “No no no, he is just as likely to get himself killed on his own. With us, at least he would have some protection. Besides, we [i]need[/i] to get sensitives on our side, so that they can be beacons of compassion in this world.”
Zoe rested her head in her hand. After a moment of consideration, she consented reluctantly. “...Fine. If he's dismembered, it's on your hands.”
“Mine are the only hands, feathers.”
“Shut up.”

The two looked back at Eric. “On second thought,” Zander began, a bright look on his face, “We're doing some patrolling of our own. We could use your help to direct us to any demon hotspots. Know anywhere that demons like to mingle?”