The waves of the demon's desire to destroy him is like a pungent odor permeating the hallways, but despite the feeling of standing in toxic burning gas Lai manages to not lash out at the sickeningly unpleasant feeling, keeping his stance and gaze at least moderately respectful. He does have a bit of respect of the demon. I mean, after all, he's fought his nature hard enough that the children show no sign of being corrupted. Demonness aside, he also runs a tight ship as the saying goes. His job here is not something just anyone can do, supernatural or otherwise. His breathing slows ever so slightly as the demon lets slip that he's not actually here by God's grace. [i]'Well, that is one question answered. However even if he doesn't, the children must. . .'[/i] His thoughts are confirmed moments later as he admits he is here in secret, and that the children pray.

[i]'He must really keep himself sealed up. The children surly pray for him, and if God has ever looked to them, even once, then He has likely had to cast an eye upon Xephos here. It's inevitable. How can he plan to stay hidden with the little ones praying for him every night, or at least near it? That is an interesting accomplishment to say the least. . .Keeping Yahweh's eyes from him in His own home. . .'[/i] His eyes follow the demon as he prepares to leave, keeping his arms crossed and his tongue still. He really does not want to goad the demon into attacking, and it's clear that despite his own restraint and respectfulness, not to mention usefulness, he seems to only grow more and more ready to make good on that threat to put an unholy bullet in me. . .'[/i]

His teeth flash for a moment at the red glow in the demon's eyes followed by the implication that God cares not for him and this place, however after that near silent whisper he calms and returns the words with a bow and near silent words of his own. “That will do just fine. I am here to serve. Thank you, Father. . . .Good night.” Having said his bit Laisander slowly makes his way back towards “His” room. This demon priest gives him constant things to think about, bringing up questions he never thought he'd be asking, and feelings that do nothing but confuse him. [i]'I am still constantly on edge around him, and he around me, but as he grows more and more tense as time passes, or so it seems, I grow more and more tolerant. Perhaps it is part of what makes our races so different. We are naturally more accepting. . .'[/i] The cool stone hallways hols a warmth he does not notice most of the time, but as his thoughts travel here and there he can feel it seeping into him gently, making him smile.

He is however drawn out of his thoughts as he hears a faint sobbing from somewhere up ahead and after a moment of letting his energy out to scout ahead he realizes what it is. With a faint smile and more than a little guilt he hurries up and comes to the door of his room, finding a now familiar figure curled up on his bed. He has taken to wondering why Javier seems so attached to him, however the more obvious answers as to why a human would cling to an angel so swiftly and completely do not require much thought and seem likely in the little one's situation. Quickly he slips into the room and over to the bed, not hesitating to scoop the boy up and hold him close. Javier seems startled for split second but as soon as he sees those soft eyes looking down at him the boy wraps his arm firmly around the angel and sobs happily into his collarbone.

“Hush hush little one, it's,okay, I'm here. I was just saying my good-nights to the Father and asking for some prayer. . . .” He sees no reason to lie to the distraught child who simply laughs a little in his crying and clings closer. Carefully Lai lifts Javier up and begins walking him back to his room. While he can sense where the boy rests his head he stops and asks him anyways. Javier hives him basic direction between ever more infrequent sobs and with a sigh he continues on. Sensing that Xephos is not too far away he slows his steps. [i]'The last thing I need if for him to simply come across me in the boy's room. He already fears I have some evil plot to do something to them, finding me in their rooms so late at night. . .'[/i] He slows down just enough that by the time he and the demon meet he will be a little ways from the youth's door. Javier yawns wide, beginning to nod off, blissfully unawares of the possible conflict his little late night check-up on the resident angel may yet cause.