Kuro rolls his eyes as the little angel scoots away from him, curling his wings in an effort to hide the spot he touched. [i]'No chance Little Mouse. You asked me for help, so I'm going to help'[/i] Working gently, but firmly, Kuro moves in close to Aoba and carefully shifts his wings out of the way. He keeps one hand on Aoba's waist to hold him in place as he strokes the wings to settle them down a bit. Making light shushing noises he smiles lightly. “I think you missed the part when I said I'm different from my fellow demons.” His fingers once more slide down to the angel's back, but this time he makes sure not to touch it for now. 

He can feel the bruise with his magic now, the ruptured blood vessels obvious now that he knows they are there. “I don't have friends, I don't have duties, and above all else, I do what I love to do.” He leans to the side just far enough to see the angel's face. “I'm here because I want to be, Little Mouse.” Leaning back he sets to work. “This will hurt too, but not as much as when I touched it, so stay still.” His hand tightens slightly on Aoba's waist as his other hand begins brushing the bruise away. In long sweeping motions he tries to heal him in as few passes as possible, knowing just how much the process hurts and not wanting Aoba to suffer longer than he has to.

“That crash really did a number on your skin. Be thankful your bones are more sturdy. . .” He murmurs softly. Once he's almost finished he begins thinking about the boy's question. [i]'Why do I still have it? I mean, it's pretty, but I've never been one to collect pretty things, like other demons. It was useful while I was in prison, but now it's just. . .'[/i] He lets out a sigh. “I took it at fist because I saw how bad you felt for me, and wondered how quickly you would be corrupted. It helped me track that, telling me when you were ready for my asking for your help to escape.” Finishing his last sweep his other hand comes down to settle on the other side of Aoba's waist, holding him in place. 

“Don't get me wrong, I really do like you Little Mouse, but at the time, I was more concerned with escape. A demon looks after their own hide first and foremost. . .Or at least, that's what our instincts tell us to do. . .” Leaning his head down he rest his forehead against the back of Aoba's neck softly. “As I grew more fond of you, I really did worry about the corruption, but you know, death to a demon is far worse than you can imagine. I was willing to do it, should you not ever consent to helping me, but I had to try all avenues before hand.” He keeps his body still, his breath tickling over the sensitive place where Aoba's wings are attached. “Now? I don't know. I like it, it feels right. For some reason, I don't want to let it go. . ." Knowing the angel must be feeling very trapped by now Kuro lets him go and stands, moving backwards until he's resting against a wall. He crosses his arms and looks to the floor, waiting for Aoba to kick him out again after such a reveal about his true motives up in heaven.