"Hyu-man?" Arata queries, enunciating the term slowly, his attempt to grasp your language evident, as being a demon presents a formidable obstacle to communication, yet driven by curiosity, he strayed from his village, chasing a beautiful butterfly, which led him to your dwelling.

yet upon your interception, you graciously extended hospitality, permitting him to inhabit your space with your consent, "Yu... hyu-man gyuud," he manages to say.