βββThe Golden Houndβββ
A day off, huh? The canine Demon had to admit, he rather liked the idea. He'd been wandering from place to place hunting down Demons ever since the day everything had gone wrong, protecting people from those creatures that would harm them, and protecting Demons like himself from those who would harm them. He walked a fine line between two races that existed to fear and be feared by one another, not quite standing with either party. Although he technically didn't have a "job" to take a day off from, the prospect of finally getting some rest and relaxation was certainly an ideal alternative to lurking around indoors all day just waiting for that bandaged freak to come back, like some sort of overzealous guard dog. Besides, they'd be safer from Demons in public, where there were plenty of Humans around, their collective denial of the existence of such supernatural beings weakening the powers they possessed. Only the very most powerful of Demons would ever dare to strike in the midst of a crowd.
...The most powerful Demons being those like the one he'd just antagonized. Right. So maybe it wouldn't be very advantageous after all, but assuming that shithead actually kept his word - which he probably would, just considering how much preparation it took a Demon without a physical body to manifest itself - he had at least two days to prepare himself before he'd actually need to deal with the bandaged freak again, which meant for now, all there was to worry about would be much weaker creatures. Even so, he needed to come up with some way to level the playing field against his main enemy, or else in two more days, he'd find all of his efforts coming to naught...
Still, for now, the best thing to do would be assuage this girl's fears. Doubtless, she didn't trust a mysterious, homeless Demon kid who'd jumped through her window in the middle of the night using a steel pipe to try to explode the head of a ghost. Furthermore, she was probably worried that, within a couple of days, her old tormentor would return and he'd skip town, leaving her to suffer as she had been for god knew how long. Even if he doubted that he'd be able to stop the Demon from coming back, he wanted her to know that he wouldn't stop trying, regardless. So, for now, he'd play the role of the knight in shining armor, escorting his princess to wherever she wanted to go - even if that meant making stupid metaphors about fairytale logic that presented COMPLETELY the wrong image and were probably just conjured up by his Incubus side to torment his dignity.
Still trying to avoid making any sort of extended eye contact - although given the way she was looking him over, and the feeling of curiosity turning to interest his spiritual senses were perceiving, his efforts might have been for naught - he nodded, extending a hand in a curiously canine fashion, almost like a dog might extend its paw for its master to "shake."
"Nice to meet'cha, Miss Sayuri," He said, giving a slight grin. "If there's somewhere you'd like to go, then I'll go with you. It's safer that way. Although, I might not be able to stay corporeal all the time... I don't exactly have much power to spare on manifesting myself at the moment." He tried to downplay his situation like it was no big deal. The last thing she needed to know was that, win or lose against that Demon, he was going to be disappearing regardless...