Staring at the opposite wall for several hours Lai comes to the conclusion that he likes this wall better than the ones at his house. Sure, they are more interesting and full of pictures and stuff, but the actual blank parts are this blinding white color. Like all houses in heaven actually. Since there is no favoritism up there, everything is equal, everything is the same. A little monotonous, but it keeps thing fair. [i]'And sure, this is just a gradient between white and black, but still, it's different. . .Maybe that's why I like it? Just because it's different? Ah, who knows'[/i] His pointless musings are interrupted by a slight sound from inside the room. He blinks, gasping a little as he had not done so in a while and the sudden moistening stings a little.

Staying as silent as possible he turns his head, realizing that the priest is once more moving. For the longest time it was quite obvious that the guy was asleep. Laisander doesn't move from his spot, knowing that finding him standing outside the room would look more threatening than lounging about against a wall. However after about a minute of listening to sounds from inside the room something happens that makes him, for a moment at least, regret not standing up. The sudden swinging of the door startles him, but as as it can't really hurt him he doesn't feel the urge to flee. Instead he just lets out a yelp as it smacks into his right knee.

He does not respond to the demand right away, instead rubbing at the now slightly sore spot on his knee. When the demon sets the stuff down, the obvious waves of killing intent coming off of him, Lai half smiles, the oddness of the entire situation just a little too much for him. [i]'Why am I here? Well, a really ridiculous reason actually, but meh, it's a reason'[/i] Looking up with his cute little half smile, knowing the expression is completely lost on the creature, he replies simply. “I just wanted to say goodnight Father. I missed you at dinner.” Standing slowly, keeping his hands in sight so the demon doesn't think he's trying to pull anything, his half smile becomes a full smile for a moment before falling into a slightly more serious look.

“Well, there was one other thing.” He folds his hands in front of him, leaning against the wall and dropping his gave. “I am sure you already do it already, but I was hoping that when you pray tonight. . .You could pray, in general, for all those under this roof for the night.” He looks at Xephos, his face set in an expression of complete seriousness. “Since I don't want to pray and alert anyone as to where I am, I feel a bit disconnected. I would be able to sleep better knowing that there was at least the faintest hint of connection to. . . .You know. . . .” He feels really silly for asking, and in truth, he's got the feeling that this may prompt the demon to be careful to exclude him from this nightly prayers, but he can't help but ask. “Suddenly no longer having the host of heaven at your back makes one feel rather alone. . .”