He caught the blanket when it was thrown back and folded it over in four, clutching it to his chest. Davian was getting bored with him? Good. The sooner this demon left him alone, the sooner he could scurry back to his dorm room and lock himself away.
Still, it could have been worse. Davian could have decided to escort him all the way back to Hydra rather than simply giving him directions. Sasha followed the line of the demon's claws to make sure that he went the correct way once the demon was gone. The last thing he wanted was to end up lost again and have Davian happen upon him a second time. That was just-
WHAT. WERE. THOSE.
Sasha had been trying to flick his hair out of his eyes when he'd seen them. His bangs were a little too long and got in the way sometimes, but in this situation that may have been a blessing in disguise. On the top of Davian's head sat a pair of jagged stumps where a pair of horns should have been.
Horn removal was a punishment, performed to instil shame in the individual and fear in everyone else...and it was only ever done to those who turned against their own. Even if Davian was the brother of a Demon Lord, he was a disgraced one. An untouchable. No better than a half-breed, really.
Being called squirt made Sasha bristle, but if he outed Davian he'd end up outing himself as well. It wouldn't hurt to see how long the demon could keep up his charade though.