A slow smile spreads across his lips, the sound or soft footsteps heading for his cell letting him know his earlier question is being answered. The door slides open, the fast pace of the footfalls making his smile even wider. However when he's finally addressed his need to tease overrides his rational mind. Opening his eyes he looks up into the angels eyes with a falsely earnest look of sorrow. His hand comes up to rest over his chest where his heart would be. “Here. You left me so suddenly, for so long, my heart couldn't take it! It ripped right out of my chest, and was locked away so it could never be hurt again!” His overly dramatic words are accompanied by his free hand coming up to his forehead like some old fashioned stage actress.

He chuckles moments later, the motion of it sending sharp stabbing pains through him from his raw back. The chuckle turns into a cough and a small bit of blood escapes his mouth, seeping down across his cheek to join the puddle on the floor. The pool is still mostly underneath him, so he's not surprised that the angel didn't seem to see it, but as he looks up at the Little Mouse's earnest face he lets out a sigh, dropping the arm from his head. “You may want to try where the blood is. . .” he murmurs, watching his hands work over the bandages across his chest. With a faint sigh he stretches his arm across his chest, his bloody shoulder now much easier to see. Unable to roll himself properly at the moment he glances over his shoulder. “Halp?” He tries to keep his tone casual and light, wondering why the boy doesn't seem as bothered today to be close to him.

When he finally manages to get over on to his stomach with the angel's help he lets out a grunt. While he works Kuro flinches, twitching, his body one more responding fearfully to the perceived threat that physical contact poses. Not wanting to spend this session in silence again other that the muttering from the angel about “sorry” and “It's going to be okay”, Kuro decides on today’s opening conversation. Taking a steadying breath he murmurs soft enough for the guards not to hear, but loud enough for Aoba, “It's true about the heart thing you know.” He turns his head so he can see the angel, his arms crossing beneath his head. “Most demons either destroy them, or leave them be, not giving them any thought. However father wanted to protect his family from the horrors of falling in love, so when each of his children reach the majority he removes them and locks them away in a safe place.” Looking towards the wall he adds, “One of my sisters asked for her back once, and father set her up on an unbeatable challenge to earn it back.” His gaze returns to Aoba. “She's still out there Little Mouse, trying to do the impossible for that thing. . . .”