Demyx could have been a threat. In The World That Never Was, he'd hardly been the weakest member, and in this world, he'd been here at least four months and had poured some of his experience into his job.

Probably the least worrying thing, was that that job was 'bard'. All Demyx had were buffs and debuffs and very little physical strength here.

Not a threat indeed.

"Your what?" Demyx tilted his head in confusion and then gave it a shake as he shrugged.

"Right so, uh, you look younger than I'm used to." He wasn't going to make the mistake of thinking that meant this man was not in charge. "So um..." He wasn't sure how to go about saying what was on his mind.

"Good to see you, Superior."

That was a tiny white lie, because he was certain he was in a great deal of trouble, and yet, Demyx smiled.