Well, truth be told I suppose he's more of a servant.

[Or at least that's what he prefers to consider it. Any other sort of connotation to what sort of relationship they shared just sounded strange.

What would you call the bond between yourself and a five hundred year old heretical demigod that you found in a mountain-side one day only to have ended up feeding him, causing him to follow you and do everything you say forever after? A pet? Saying that outright would have made the situation seem creepy.

Taking heavy steps to what could only be considered a couch in name only, Sanzo let his body ease as he fell back. The old piece of furniture creaking beneath his weight as he exhaled and pulled back the hood of his shawl, revealing a familiar mop of blond hair along with his usual deeply set scowl. He took a second to rest before turning around, rummaging through some of the bags what were gathered around his feet.]

Wanna drink? Might as well relax while we get into the details of what the fuck is going on.