His eyes flicker up to the wings stretching, but he returns his gaze tot he floor, his arms crossing over his chest as he stands silently. “Any time Little Mouse. . .” As the nervous little angel curls up on the couch, casting a glance his way every so often, Kuro decides to just start talking. It couldn't hurt, right? “I don't lack medical skills, in fact as far as mortals are concerned, I'm the best doctor that ever was. I just used what I know about mortal medicine and integrate the knowledge into my energy. In heaven I could not heal because I had no energy. There was nothing for me to feed on up there.” He glances out the window at the feeling of a few demons nearby. “Speaking of feeding. . .” He shakes his head. “Nevermind.”

With a light sigh he moves right along to some useful information. “I've marked off the area, but you are such rare game that demons are going to be after you near constantly for a while. Lower level ones, the ones that would be content to just tear you to shreds, won't cross my lines unless you're right at the edge. The stronger ones, the ones who will cross my lines, won't hurt you for a while. They have a little more honor and know that if I manage to get you back, that their worthless hides will don these walls if I get you back injured. They would hold you until they're sure I'm too weak to get you back.”

Letting out a small huff he doesn't notice his claws and fangs growing as he thinks about any of them laying a hand on his prize. “I'll show you where it's safe Little Mouse, and we can expand the area if you like. I'm not sure how much of this land is yours, and I think a nice buffer zone will keep you more safe.” His gaze falls on to Aoba for several seconds before he adds, “Once I've established myself enough, I can give you something that will allow you to do stuff like go to town without me, but for now. . . .I am the weakest son. I need to win the right to keep you to myself.”

His eyes shift back outside, watching some grass move in a way that give away the demons crawling around in it. [i]'Bastards'[/i] His claws retract, fangs too, and he gives Aoba a sad look. “I know this is very different, and very terrible for you, but I will do my best to not make you some kind of caged animal. You just worry about the farm and caring for it. Other than staying inside the lines, don't give the demons another thought.” He tries to look supportive, but after a second his head whips around to the window again. With a growl his body shifts to battle mode and he darts outside to deal with the almost intruders.