The light pat pat of angel feet is enough to wake the demon prince from his slumber. He doesn't move however, moving not really being worth it right now. [i]'He sounds a little off today. Is that water I hear? Maybe he brought the basin again. That would explain why he sounds heavier. I would hate to think he gained that much weight over night'[/i] Kuro imagines the angel binge eating ice cream like a depressed human and smiles at the image of Aoba covered in six different flavors of the sticky stuff. [i]'Ah, that would be so funny, and the he'd have to bathe. . .'[/i] His thoughts stop there as the door to his cell slides open and the small feet make their way into the room. 

He lets the boy start cleaning before turning his head so he can speak. His voice is raw, the blood from his mouth injuries sitting thickly against his vocal cords. “I'm sorry I sacred you Little Mouse. Just thought I'd get a little sleep before you showed up. I want to look my best after all.” Unable to really move all that much his face is pressed against hard floor as he talks. Blood continues to flow from his mouth, the wounds inside still bleeding. “Yeah, and sorry about that mess back there. Apparently that blond guy doesn't like his face to be likened to a baboon's ass. Heh, even though it was kinda close to it, all red and puffy after I told him suck it. . .Don't bother trying to figure out what it means though, it's a human insult. Surprised it worked actually. . .”

He lets out a long exhale at the feeling of Aoba washing the blood away, working over each wound methodically. “One of these days I'm going to run out of comebacks and it's going to get really boring to torture me. I wonder what they'll try after the third session without so much as a word from me. . . .Man he's gonna be pissed. . .” Kuro tries to keep his voice as light as possible under the circumstances, but he still has to pause once in a while when the pain becomes too much or Aoba strikes a particularly sensitive spot. He manages to brush over the spot where his wings are concealed and the feeling that rushes through his system allows him to relax, the pain lessening. “You do what you have to Little Mouse. Don't mind me. . . .”