He watches as the young man's hand reaches toward him and steps closer, allowing his wings to fold forward so that he wouldn't need to go far. Zhuque would feel warm, warmer than the average human.

With the two of them so close, he could see what this young man is. Onmyoji yet...different. Something about him feels so much like home that he doesn't mind being the guardian of this one. Even if he was summoned for less than pure purposes. Purpose. He looks over at the young master's friend, who looked as if he wanted to be swallowed up by the earth itself.

"Perhaps your friend thinks you to be lonely and could stand company."