As soon as the vampire splits for the trees and vanishes, Davesprite starts to fly back down, looking around to make sure this isn't just a brief retreat for a surprise attack. He flashsteps the last section to land right in front of Bishamon, though his head is bent down to look at Hajime anyway.

"Still alive, thank whoever the hell has domain over that shit, but I don't know how long that's gonna last if we keep hanging out here." His talons tighten a little on her, not enough to break skin but probably enough to leave brief dimples in it, and his lips part enough to show how tightly his teeth are gritted. "Fuck, I...she always fucking texts, or calls, or sends me some random cute bullshit picture or does something to tell me she's coming home late. I should've left before she had to pull that thread."

He draws a breath as if to say something else, but ends up just closing his mouth. The 'what the hell kind of shinki am I' can stay unsaid, that can of worms doesn't need opening when they're supposed to be helping Hajime.