Those delicate fingers dance over the soft skin and Kuro has to fight swallowing at the sight of Aoba examining the job he did on the angel's arm. Instead he shifts his focus up to Aoba's eyes once more and he tilts his head slightly. [i]'You really are beautiful Little Mouse. No matter the race, you are one to be treasured as a prize. A gift'[/i] His thoughts are not nearly as disturbing to him as they would be other demons, but he does not know that the reason behind the mildness of his own responses has to do with that gaping emptiness in his chest. To a demon with a heart, the thoughts now passing through his head would make his heart ache, but lacking such a thing, all Kuro feels is a little. . .Odd.

When at last Aoba seems satisfied with his work and thanks him Kuro nods in return, moving on to his other arm. He smiles and laughs slightly as he pushes the angel's other sleeve up high. “I owe you my life many times over Little Mouse, an attack like that is only small repayment for all I owe.” His hand runs down the arm, once more pulling out splinters and causing the wounds to bleed. However there are more on this arm and Kuro bites his lips as more little blots of blood begin blossoming on his pale flesh. “Whats more, I owe you my freedom, and that will take a long time to repay. I need no thanks for my actions, for you have given me a form of thanks already for all of these deeds.”

Kuro knows he's being a little dramatic, but as he taps into his magic for the second pass, he somehow feels that it is the right thing to do right now. After the third pass he once more pulls his hands back so Aoba can examine his work. Reaching into his coat he slowly pulls out the pitch black feather, resting it on his palm like a compass needle. “When your divinity was stripped from you, I felt it with this. Like a great shock. Your feathers are a part of you, as I'm sure you know, and even after shed and corrupted, apparently they are still connected. All I had to do was follow it to where it led me.” He strokes his finger once down the length of it before tucking it back over his where his heart should be beneath his coat.

“I found your crater outside first, then all it took was scenting you out.” He cracks a smile. “I'm very familiar with your smell now. I would have come to you sooner, but I had something to do. . .” He's not quite sure he wants to tell the angel about the marking of territory, knowing there is a good chance Aoba may take it wrong, so instead he stands slowly. “Speaking of the crater however. . . You must have his very hard. . .” Seeing no bruises on Aoba's face or the front of his neck, Kuro moves around behind Aoba and kneels once more. Knowing better than trying for a visual assessment, he instead runs his fingers along Aoba's lower back. “Does that hurt?” He tries to be gentle, but he feels he has to be firm if he wants an honest response out of the male.