He notably flinched as Emilia sat up; having not actually expected her to move, he was startled by her sudden awakening. Another second, and he was assaulted with questions spewed so quickly he could almost envision them hurling past his head to smash against the wall. Emilia's flood of concern irked the wild-haired youth, and he stepped back, inching toward the door - but he paused as she seemed to slow down.
A troubled look crossed his face at her thanks, something like a faint scowl mixed with uncertainty. Devan didn't like giving people a reason to thank him, to say the least. On the occasion he earned gratitude - which was on accident half the time - he would often retaliate with violence or just acting like a pest, as if to make up for it. But Emilia frequently got away with her 'thank you's unscathed. Devan sometimes felt she was too fragile for even his smallest acts of malice. On one hand this made him want to rip her apart just to find all the places she could be broken, but on the other it made him want to avoid her entirely - as seemed to be his perspective on children: some things were so fragile the notion of harming them was almost terrifying, and because of Devan's overwhelming tendency to harm, he would thus be driven to avoid such things altogether. In his case, it wasn't so much any sense of morality that kept him from hurting children, but the keen awareness of the public uproar that would undoubtedly ensue from such an act.
Though harm to Emilia may not necessarily cause public uproar, there was still the group to consider, or otherwise... karmic backlash, or something. Besides, she was his tamer, and Devan had to admit it was good to have her around on the occasion he lost his head. That's what she was for, after all.
The assassin perked up at mention of a gift, his dark eyes alighting with curiosity. He watched Emilia pull a bag of gummy worms from under her pillow - which he was careful to make a mental note of - and set it down for him. Usually some degree of timid in his tamer's room, he skittered with much less reluctance to swipe up the candy, opening the bag then and there. He shoveled the first few worms into his mouth like they might disappear if they didn't reach his maw quickly enough. He chewed at a much more leisurely pace, however, savoring the candy. Devan offered something between a nod and a shrug at Emilia's inquiry regarding breakfast. He planned on having some of the bacon he saw Sergio making, if the other vultures hadn't wolfed it all down yet... but he had gotten that egg, at least.
When Emilia left her room to find breakfast for herself, Devan remained where he was; apparently as long as he had gummy worms, he had no motivation to go anywhere. At times, the 19-year-old may as well have been six.