Tucking the towel beneath his head Kuro just watches for a while, his eyes trained on the young one. [i]'He really looks sad about it. Almost as if he feels sorry for my being heartless. . . .Nah, it's more probably about sis and her struggles. Thinking about someone having to suffer for something so basic for an angel would be sad for them I guess'[/i] Despite all the flinching from the touches Kuro lets out a sigh at the soothing feeling of his wounds closing. [i]'So nice to not have so much of my blood racing out of me all at once, thanks again Little Mouse. . . .Huh, he hasn't mentioned me calling him that. . .I wonder if he likes the name. Nah, I bet he's just too scared to correct me'[/i]

He raises an eyebrow at the little guy's question about emotions. “I never said anything about not having emotions, where'd you get that foolish idea? Idiots like that?” He tilts his head back a bit indicating his guards. Luckily he's still speaking quiet enough for them not to hear the insult. “Listen, there are only two emotions located in a demon heart: Love, and the pain caused by it. Even when it's gone we still feel the full range of emotion, just not those two. We can be happy, sad, angry. We can feel despair, fear. . . .Lust.” His smile widens as he looks to the angel with that last word, his sharp fans glistening in the light coming through his little window. Turning his face back to the wall in front of him Kuro lacks his jaw together involuntarily as the boy strikes a sensitive spot.

“Yeah, we're not without feelings, it's just most of my kind doesn't like to admit it.” he says softly through clenched teeth. At the next question his finds himself laughing again. It is short lived, the cuts in his mouth aching when he opens his mouth too wide. The sound however catches Red's attention and he peeks inside for a second. Seeing nothing wrong he goes back to staring at his sleeping partner. “Ah, so green, you really don't know anything do you? Well don't you worry your cute little face, I'll tell you all about my wicked kind.” He turns to look as Aoba with an odd looking smile on his face, reflecting his rather bizarre emotional turmoil on the inside. [i]'A part of me wants to tear his face off, but I know it's not him I mad at. Doesn't make the feeling go away, but I don't get this other feeling. Like I want to keep him here. I bet it's just because he's healing me, but still'[/i] “I'll tell you, as long as you keep coming back to me love.” He winks playfully, turning back to the wall with a sigh.

“I indeed have wings, but unless I need them I keep them inside. Unlike angels who have them out all the time, our kind can't afford it. I’m not sure if you can hide yours, I've never seen an angel without them, but for us it's too dangerous.” Reaching out with one hand he spreads out his fingers to demonstrate. “See, our wings are like a bats, made of think flesh stretched between thin little fingers, the thumbs sticking up with little claws at the joint so we can cling to things or hook them together for a neat visual effect.” Pulling his hand back in he huffs. “You guys got the better deal, yours being so durable and all. However we got you on maneuvering.” Laying his head down on one cheek so he can look at the angel he raises an eyebrow. “Any more question Little Mouse? Oh wait, I have one too. Did you really think they were going to let you lessen the pain? I'm a demon they're not sowing me mercy by letting you heal me, they are letting you heal me so they can make me feel more pain longer without dying." He doesn't sound condescending, just very matter-of-fact.