Mao stared at the the thorns stuck in Riku and found himself glad that he hadn't had to take an active role in getting through the brambles. That looked like it hurt, and Mao wasn't about to start counting all of the thorns that were stuck. He had enough stuck in him to deal with from just following behind to worry about that kind of thing anyway.

He hesitated, staring at the thorns a moment. It wasn't really the pain he was worried about. He'd gotten hurt a lot worse before. But pulling it out with his teeth? Mao scowled and went to work, licking at the wounds almost instinctively once each thorn was pulled out. He had to stop himself multiple times, disgusted at his actions. How embarrassing...

"Oi," the demon said suddenly, pausing in his thorn-pulling. "how big do you think this floor is?" And what were they supposed to do about food?