The demon did indeed notice when the priest practically swallowed his tongue upon finding out that Kuro is one of the sons of Stan, but he was more focused on the tone in Aoba's voice when he talked about being owned. [i]'Well, he didn't sound upset, but I think I'll have to explain later more about that. . .'[/i] A smile splits his lips as he hears the variety of animals that are going to be delivered. It grows even wider when he realizes just how much worth they are going to have to get done today to make them all fit properly. [i]'I think there's a hen house and fenced off yard behind the barn for the chickens, but there's nowhere for the turkeys. I'll have to drag Little Mouse to town for supplies, I can't use up all my energy making this stuff. We'll need to build a pig pen, and that fence around the grazing area needs some minor work to make sure the sheep and pigs do not escape'[/i]

He doesn't notice as he begins to hum happily at the thought of all the work, and all the time spent teaching his little angel. [i]'It's still early, before noon, but if I weren't the son of Satan, there's no way we'd get done before the delivery tomorrow'[/i] He hums a little tune, something he's heard on the radio a few times, and as he reaches the end of the book he lets out a sigh. His eyebrow raises as the door closes behind the priest. [i]'Oh, totally missed that he was heading out. . .Huh'[/i] He rolls his eyes then as a shadow falls over him Kuro lays back a bit so he can look up into the curious angel's face. Hanging half off the couch he smiles up happily at Aoba. Reaching out he gently takes the boy's hand and pulls him down close so he can whisper into his ear.

“I've never told anyone this, but I adore animals Little Mouse.” He chuckles lightly, letting Aoba go so he can stand up. Shaking himself off he looks around the room. “We're going to have to go to town for supplies, there I s a lot to do before they get here. From what I recall about the grounds, there is a lot of repair work to do, and you don't even have a yard or house for the turkeys yet. We'll have to build one. . .” He chuckles, his grin still firmly in place. Turning to Aoba he pets his head gently. “So, did he give you any money or am I going to have to come up with my own money for supplies? I mean, I can, but I think you will feel better if you do it. Oh, and don't worry, I know a lot about construction, so we should have no trouble building that you need.” He keeps his smile supportive as he waits for the angel to reply.