Fingers twitched, clenching the broom again more tightly before relaxing, the cool expression so familiar filtering into the still-young face. Lips curved into a fox-smiled as the "priest" inclined his head gently. Oh, he heard.

"You have in fact arrived at the Shrine of Abe no Seimei," he replied evenly, opening one eye and watching the boy as he rose. "They call me Seiichi," the man added with no inflection indicating if that meant it was his name or what he went by. He was, naturally, cautious to believe he'd gotten what he wanted. Seimei had lost a great deal over the ages and the only thing that had kept him on the straight and narrow was the possibility of reward at the end of the long road. Still, he couldn't help himself and without even knowing he'd moved, his feet fell upon the gravel, crunching softly as he stepped closer.

"Are you looking for something?" 'Seiichi' asked gently, the voice that of the kind priest offering assistance just as much as the patient onmyoji offering wisdom. "Perhaps someone?" he suggested, resisting the urge to press his teeth to his lip, expression carefully neutral.