It's hard to ignore something that's speaking, furthermore it's rude. Out of the corner of his vision, he glares at the angel, mouth set in a thin line at mention of 'that word'. Even if it was meant to be a compliment, it sounds grazing to his ears and he can only shoot the angel a look that tells him not to speak anymore on the subject. He sees what he's trying to do, trying to goad him into working himself up into a frenzy over the subject. Get him to confess whatever the man is looking for, he's still not completely trustful of the angel's voiced intentions. Not trustful of the angel being here on 'vacation', there has to be something more, something more deceitful even for a white winged goodie goodie. Then again, it's probably just his paranoia talking once more; flaring whenever the light of the angel encroached on his personal space. They really never knew how to keep to themselves did they? Insufferable little lightning bugs that-....Yeah, it was the paranoia and the 'other' part of him talking.

 Inhaling and exhaling deeply, he focused on helping their teacher round up all the little kiddies and get them inside. [I]Javier, Lucille, Benjamin, Gregory, Kuwain, Delorain...5 more heads that rushed past him in to the crowd...[/I] 

 "Daniel!" He called out, unable to help the smile that overtakes him. He doesn't even need to rely on his senses to know who's trying to hide underneath the pews. It's all the leg shaking, bad habit of that child's. Didn't he know it was superstition that a shaking leg meant the loss of one's fortunes. Not that the young thing had any sort of fortune to worry off yet. Said little boy shyly peeks out before the Father goes over to pick him up. Hefting him up over his shoulder and calling out to his teacher, "And here's the last rabbit, hiding in it's burrow." With the mocking bravado of a hunter, bringing his trussed up prey over to the 'slaughterhouse'. The young child squealed, squirming like a real caught animal before he was placed down gently at the feet of his not so playful teacher. Sullenly, he and the rest of the children follow him. 

 Laisander is probably lucky that he's gotten himself into a better mood when he next speaks to him. Whilst the man seems to be in a more relaxed joking mood, Xephos can only shoot him a look that says 'I rather you just not exist', but an idea comes to his mind. As long as the angel is here, he might as well put him to good work, it could greatly benefit the church and he could keep a closer eye on him as well. A more devious part of him want to 'ruin' this little time off that the angel has and possibly drive him right out of here. It's very unlikely to happen; knowing there is no work that is exactly impossible for an angel to complete, but it's worth a shot. Still, he keeps his expression stoic as he turns to the man and speaks in a monotonous manner.

 "There are several large stacks of tools and gears that we need to have delivered and distributed out to the residents. They've already been organized and labelled specifically. Unfortunately," And this is the part where he can't control his tongue or the sudden giddiness that overtakes him when he speaks next, "The vehicle that we usually use for our distribution is undergoing repair at the moment and we were holding off on delivering, but it's already built up quite a back log over the week so your job is to help distribute the parts, however," And he hasn't felt this excited over such a minor thing in a good while. And he knows he has too sound serious and somehow he pulls it off, "-you are to deliver each crate one by one. Your strength will arouse suspicion if you go around hauling crates like pillows. Make several trips if you have to, but get it done."

 As dignified as he can manage, he turns on his heels and gestures for the angel to follow him. It's a minor thing and it wasn't like he was actually telling any sort of lies or tricking the angel into anything, but..it he's allowed a little mischief right? It feels like mischief, it certainly makes him feel much younger than he is. Like the days he was an imp, but those days are long gone and now he's a priest. Still, he feels better putting the man to work. It's only for the good of the church.

 Did I mention that he might've maybe forgotten to properly instruct the angel where exactly he had to go with each labelled part after he'd left him alone in the store room.