As Ren rolled his way over to the guitar, his attention was briefly taken by the fact that Audrey was no openly addressing the angel in front of everyone. Reprimanding him even for his display of unsavory behavior, to which Ren frowned at. He didn't really understand why everyone was getting all miffed about their little encounter, but it wasn't just her. He glanced around the campfire for the first time and realized there were a small handful of people displaying feelings of distrust, some influenced by the supposed 'human'. His eyes flit momentarily towards her as she was escorted away by her wannabe protector, his frown deepening. Briefly he wondered if anyone was going to heed his warnings. The angel seemed to distrust him, which he supposed was expected but he certainly felt it was tad unfair.<br/><br/>One thing he understood: the more one tries to convince others of something, the more inclined they are to disbelieve it.<br/><br/>His eyes lingered on the angelic figure as it followed after their leader. Impulse nearly made him sneak off and pursue them again but perhaps that wasn't the best decision at the moment. He didn't want to rifle his feathers any more than he already had, at least for now. Turning back, he sat crossed-legged in front of the guitar wielding fellow and allowed the tune to wash over him. Shortly after having closed his eyes, he felt a tap on his shoulder and immediately they snapped back open. Confusion was his initial reaction until recognition registered in his mind who this person was, it was that mute guy he'd been extremely curious about. His face lit up with delight that he had approached him first, it was perhaps the first time aside from Audrey that one of the members of camp had initiated any sort interaction with him.<br/><br/>Taking the note, he flopped onto his back as he opened the it above his face allowing the firelight to illuminate the scratches of words. His face had gone somewhat sullen as he read. It was interesting to him that this man had caught on before anyone else, and without assistance. Did his inability to speak or hear give him some other special abilities? His previous feelings of intrigue intensified toward this individual. After a minute or so, he crumpled the paper and tossed it into the flames nonchalantly. Rocking himself backward, he deftly returned to his feet. He paused momentarily sniffing the air, then looked up at the night sky before wandering off in the opposite direction Audrey had taken Remiel.<br/><br/>As though he'd just noticed, he began to pat himself down of all the dirt he'd collected from scrambling around on the ground all night. The moment he was out of sight of the flames he instantly hopped up into the closest tree. As darkness enveloped him the more he distanced himself from the glow of the gathering, the more excitement tremored through him. He watched the two figures below slowly make there way, patiently he waited until the doctor had taken his leave; which in all honesty felt like ages to Ren. The man was overdoing his job in his opinion, trying a little too hard maybe. Once he was out of sight, he descended cautiously from his perch. He knew she could probably sense him from inside the tent, he understood she was a much more powerful demon than he. But that didn't scare him.<br/><br/>He sat again, cross-legged in front of the tent. Leaning his elbow on his knee, he propped his face up in his hand watching the entrance to the tent. "Should I tell everyone?" His tone was playful, but seriously inquiring. "I could have," he sighed regretfully. "Maybe I will."