He's not devoured, or even hurt. The creature is just sniffing him again, breathing him in deeply. Huaisang pouts as he's released, giving his new pet a sulky little glare. "Well," he huffs, flushed and still spooked from whatever that was. He thought that he had control of the situation, that they were negotiating to some degree, but the demon clearly wanted to remind him that Huaisang had no control at all that wasn't for the demon's amusement. "That's no way to behave if you wanted to be spoiled."