Andreas looked up with wide red eyes and blinked in surprise. "I...thank you." He said and slid along the brick wall to the floor, he rubbed at his neck where the cross had left it's mark. Pink, raw looking flesh as if the cool metal had been hot enough to burn his pale flesh.
"Please don't go!" He said suddenly and snatched the angel's wrist as he used his free hand to cover the cross mark on his flesh. "Why did you help me?" He asked softly and searched the Angel's face. He could feel the purity of this being radiating off of the young man. He let his own aura show, just a little bit to show the being his true nature, hoping that he did not run like any other would do. He did not need to worry about being sent back from this one, this one was no guardian, that much was obvious by the use of a bottle to get the assailant to leave.