Black made a point of not looking behind him, but he was keeping a firm lock on the sound of the Faerie's footsteps. It was almost a challenge; the boy had some of the lightest footsteps he'd heard in a while--even compared to Skippy and the elves. Still though, he had naturally sharp ears and a lot of practice using them, so the task was more than doable.<br/><br/>After walking for a short while, the demon decided it was time to take to the air. If he was soaring before coming into the gate guards' view, they'd just write him off as a large bird--if they noticed him at all. Resolved, Black willed his wings to spring forth, as they always did, flapped them once or twice, and was airborne. He flew at a somewhat leisurely pace to be sure his new acquaintance could follow, but fast enough that he wouldn't waste too much precious sleeping time.<br/><br/>They came to the inn and Black swooped inside his still-open window, landing almost silently. He stepped aside to clear a landing path, figuring that this was as good a place for Damien to enter as any. In the moments while he waited, Black retracted his wings and leaned slightly against his bed frame, carefully watching the sleeping human boy at the other end of the smallish room.