░░░The Golden Hound░░░
"'Wait here,' she says - like I'm planning on going anywhere," muttered the boy to himself, sighing as he cracked open an eye to follow the girl's movement into the kitchen and the progress of her shadow across the wall as she wandered about, fetching something or other. His body felt too weak at the moment to reliably do much, so he dematerialized. To his surprise, however, when the girl returned, she didn't look around in confusion to see where he'd gone, or do anything that indicated that she couldn't see him. So, she was aware of the Spirit World as a whole and not just that one disgusting Demon? Maybe that's why he'd been so keen on having her.
That Demon couldn't return for a while, but even so, with something that powerful on the prowl, it was likely that other, lesser Demons might make their presence known, trying to snatch at and extinguish this girl's delicious hope. But if he couldn't protect her from those, then he wasn't worth his salt anyway.
Re-materializing briefly to grab the cup she handed him, he took a long gulp, giving a sigh of fatigue as the warm liquid splashed down his throat, barely taking enough time for him to take note of what it had tasted like. "Thanks," He said quietly. "Don't exactly have a place to stay, so I hope you don't mind if I take you up on that offer," Shrugging, he rose, pulling himself over a ways into the corner, not wanting to lie too close to her bed. After what she'd just been though, that would only alarm the girl. Taking another sip of the tea, he gave a slight grin. "It's good," He said.
Naturally, he wasn't planning on abandoning her the following morning, but he wouldn't take up that issue right now. He was far too tired, and she too stressed. He'd just deal with the issue of finishing what he'd started tomorrow, after he'd gotten to sleep and recuperate. Downing the rest of his tea without any regard to the burning in his throat, he set it aside, decorporealized, and curled up in the corner like a guardian dog, shutting his eyes.