The demon's ears perk up along with the rest of his expression, at that. Despite marveling a little over how much this whole encounter continued to differ from the norm, he obediently follows Huaisang to the table.

Lunch? When was the last time that anybody--let alone his summoner--had invited him to lunch? It's an effort not to laugh to himself over it.

He manages to just stick to a crooked grin as he settles down, propping his elbows on the table and lazily leaning his weight forward on them as if he had never heard of propriety.

"Good question. There might be some big weapon down there, but... my money is on those records being about me."