He glanced at the man, watching him fixedly as he reached for the child. Keeping mum as the angel soothed the boy, choosing to leave him in the demon's care. Xephos nodded a stoic goodnight to him, holding the boy against his chest until the door was closed on them and he felt himself involuntarily relaxed. His shoulders drooping and the weight of his panic finally dropping onto him, drawing out a long sigh. Looking down at the sleep addled boy, he gently shifted him better into his arms, careful not to jolt him too much. In the morning, he would have a talk with the boy about leaving his quarters in the middle of the night,and nearly giving him an impossible heartattack, but for tonight it was way past the boy's bed time and he doubted that the boy would comprehend any form of scolding now.

  "How about an old story, hmm? Something you haven't heard in a while." He cooed to the boy, pulling up a chair next to the bed. Javier turned over, nearly falling out of his arms and as he laid the boy to bed and tucked him in, he was struck by a sudden sense of nolatagia. Thinking back to when the boy was no more than an infant, smaller than a thimble even and able to fit into just one of his arms. This was what ageing felt like he supposed. Reaching over, he brushed the boy's hair back and settled back in the old creaking chair that had seen better less worm wooded days.

  Beginning his story, he stroked the boy's hair as he let his mind wander. Even when the boy had clearly fallen too deeply into sleep to hear him, he continued on. The words spilling from his lips warmly rehearsed. Not his best story ever told, but there was a certain sense of bias homeliness associated with it. The words buzzed in his mind and he faintly paid attention to them. 

It was very hard not to think about the angel. He was fairly sure that the angel wasn't here on any known command so at least he was certain that his position here was still safe. The angel's presence might still be a danger to them if anyone came looking for him. His own presence wasn't exactly completely concealed. He was just lucky that the angel hadn't chosen to reveal him to anyone. It weighed on his mind enough that he had to rest his head on his hand. Sighing to himself. It was time to push back some of his own issues and disdain and had a thorough talk with the angel and find out his exact intentions. It we simply a matter that couldn't be ignored, not unless he wanted to selfishly endanger everyone. 

 The ticking clock reminded him of the time when he finally moved from the chair. He may have not needed much sleep, but he still needed some sleep. Pulling the blanket further over the boy's shoulder before he turned and left. Closing the door quietly behind him.

 Sleep was something that was another peculiarity about the mortal world. It wasn't necessarily bad, but it was different. He almost considered the humans privileged to be able to let their minds so unconsciously wander like that without worry whilst others had to actively control their minds even whilst unconscious. He oft wondered what it would be like to not have to constantly be on guard, to just let his mind go where it pleased and escape the world a little while.

  He never feels like he is well rested enough when he wakes up. Donning his attire, he finds the angel is already awake and entertaining the children. Watching them from the doorway, he hears footsteps come up from behind him and the scent of iron and oil, burning his nose.

  "He's really good wit the children, isn't he Father? I don't think that I've ever seen the children so excited around a guest before." Amelia, he glanced at her and nodded silently. Taking a breath before he averted his eyes away from the happy little circle, turning his head to the red headed child, years beyond her age. She'd been no more taller than his knee once, it seemed like he was being fairly nolstalgic today. 

  "You'll take care of the children today won't you? I've heard reports of rain today and the dust has been picking uplately. I'm afraid of another sand storm coming our way." He straightened himself, ready to head into the hallway, "So it's best they be kept inside. Perhaps some homework will make them dislike class less." He chuckled, though it was only half heartedly. He wanted to get this talk with the angel over and done with. But first, he'd have to tear him away from the children.