"No prob!" As far as PicoDevimon is likely concerned, it's more people he can turn into minions! Or try to, at any rate. Erichthonios ... doesn't interrupt again, certainly not on the subject of friends, gaze turning to sweep the area again almost out of habit. Had this been a more hazardous place, somewhere not so obviously nonhazardous and very much welcoming, he'd be obligated to shed mask and hood, but there's no such threat now.

And friends as close as kin was not something he was familiar with. Hells, he wasn't even close to the kin he did have.

His digimon partner however, has a pretty solid idea of it! "Hey, hey Gazimon. Look at it this way. If your partner's calling EVERYONE friend then nobody's gonna expect it when he stabs them in the back!" Wait no, that's not friendship-- "Sneak attacks are great! There could be some angry Greymon rampaging around, and this guy could be all, 'Hey friend!'" This comes with illustrative fluttering and gesturing as best he can without hands.. or arms, really. "And then when Greymon turns around to be all 'hello friend!' back, POW! Right in the horn! So it's good to be friends with everyone, they'll never expect it!!"

Very gently, Erichthonios sets his elbows on his knees and rests his face on one hand.