Kuro can not help but smile fondly down at the little angel as he continues trying to clean his wings off. He considers offering to help, but decides that the kid isn't quire ready for something like that yet. [i]'After all, I know how sensitive wings can be, and while I want to go that way eventually, I think now it would just spook him. I'm really glad he didn't ask about the stone. I was right about his will to survive'[/i] Kuro shakes his head softly. “No, that won't happen every day. After the blood spilled out there today, and my initial marking, most demons will stay at a good distance for a while. I'll keep my eyes open Little Mouse, don't you worry about them.”

He feels a little spark of victory when Aoba offers to let him stay in the house, but the smile on his lips remains soft and warm. “I don't mind the floor, and there is a couch downstairs. I think though without a warm body to share it with, the floor will be more comfortable.” His logic is quite sound. A demon needs to be either cold or warm to sleep, and since they do not really radiate heat like other living creatures, the cold of the floor would help him sleep. [i]'However when the nights grow warmer, I do believe the couch will be sufficient, if I'm not already sharing with that warm body I'm aiming to join in that quaint little bed over there. . . .'[/i]

He works hard for his face not to reflect his naughty thoughts and succeeds just as Aoba looks up into his eyes. He reaches out and tousles the angel's hair gently and chuckles, “Thank you, Little Mouse.” As his hand falls back to his side he steps back so Aoba can pass through the doorway on his way downstairs. Kuro follows at a polite distance, wincing as the now disfigured door comes into view. [i]'I should fix that soon. . .'[/i] As Aoba wanders off towards the kitchen Kuro's attention shifts to past the door. His body stills as he hears feet on hard earth. [i]'I don't sense a demon. It feels more like a human, but who?'[/i] Then it hits him. With a grumbling growl Kuro lays down on the couch, his front facing the back of the couch so anyone looking at the couch will see only his back. 

“Little Mouse. Guest.” He calls out, propping his head up on his hand while grumbling quietly to himself. Even if the clergyman seems to accept his presence, as a demon, he still feels uncomfortable around them. A few seconds later there is a knock at the door before it is opened a moment later by a slightly worried looking Father Gerard. His eyes go first to Kuro on the couch before shifting over to Aoba. He seems to relax a little, not seeing any overt injuries, but the sight of the kit on the table doesn't let him relax entirely. With a light cough he speaks up. “So, I see there was a little excitement out there this morning. Everyone come out with all their limbs attached?” 

Kuro can not hold back a scoff. “Depends on what you mean by everyone. . .” Glancing over his shoulder just enough that Gerard can see his moth and eyes, he gives the man a rather evil looking grin. At his angle however Aoba would not be able to see it, which is the only reason he made the face. A moment later he looks back to the couch back and waits for the priest to state his business.