[ Huh. Rokurou nods, understanding while not really understanding. It seems to boil down to the fact that they might be some sort of branch of or very distantly related cousins. ]

Yeah, I’m a daemon. A Yaksha, specially, if you’ve heard of it. We come in all shapes and sizes so I thought you might be one too.

[ He waves his hand casually, as if talking about the weather. ]

As long as you aren’t going to try to kill me right now, it doesn’t matter. I’m too tipsy for a proper run.