His gaze travels over to Aoba as the angel gives him an odd look. He is curious about it but as his attention turns to the menu Kuro refocuses on it as well. The demon gives a little grunt when Aoba calls his name softly. Then he stills slightly as he asks his question. [i]'So, the mirror did it's job and showed him the truth. I wonder how long before it really gets to him that I'm blackening them slowly just by being myself around him'[/i] He glaces down at the key chain hanging around Aoba's neck for a brief instant before returning his gaze to the menu. [i]'That thing's not helping either'[/i] “Yeah, a little bit. It's because you're around a demonic aura so much now.”

He keeps his eyes on the open menu as well as he speaks, keeping his vice just as soft as Aoba's. The last thing they need is some of the hicks in this town overhearing them talking about wings and demons and get the right idea. Aoba points to this and that, asking what's in each before moving on to the next prospective meal choice. Once he's settled Kuro gives him a nod, smiling at his selection as he sets the menu down. [i]'Wow, how interesting. His selection is just one step up from the hicks around here. I know even hicks enjoy a good BLT, but I bet 80% of the lunch time orders around here are either steak, or ground beef based'[/i] He chuckles at this, a light smile on his lips as he walks up to the counter. He keeps half an eye on their bags as the girl behind the register perks up upon his approach.

[i]'Wow, she's about to fall out of that thing. Please, not now. Not only am I trying to get closer to this lovely thing at my side, but that's an anatomy thing I don't feel like explaining right now. I know there are girl angels, but I'm positive Aoba has no experience there. . .'[/i] He lets his eyes trail easily over her front, to be polite, but then he gives her a disarming smile and places their order. Kuro orders their largest steak, rare, and asks that the meals be boxed up for travel. She winks and giggles at him before going off to place his order personally. Kuro knows she only does it so she can show off her plump backside to him and he does her the courtesy of at least looking at it before wandering back over to their bags to wait.

There is a fair few teenagers in the diner at this hour and Kuro can see several contemplating walking over to talk to him. [i]'I know my pheromones are in full swing with my angel around, but I don't have time to turn you all down politely right now. And I cant snap at you with my Little Mouse present so. . .'[/i] With a shrug he once more slips his arm around Aoba's waist but this time he explains himself slightly. “Listen, just go with this for now. Every teenager in this joint wants to get up close and personal with me right now because of the aura I'm giving off, so avoid any trouble, just stick close to me. They'll be less likely to pounce if they think I've already got someone.” he murmurs this softly, his hand squeezing Aoba's hip playfully as if he was whispering something naughty. 

Once their meals arrive, the girl finally paying attention to Aoba, but only to glare at him a little and pout, Kuro slips her a couple dollars over the actual cost of the meals and hands the styrofoam boxes to Aoba. She gives him one last playful “Come hither” look before he smiles politely, scoops up the clothes bags, and heads out the door. Holding it open for Aoba he nods towards the road leading to the farm. “We should get walking. I'm sure you're hungry, and the moving guys should already be at the farm unloading.” He begins walking, keeping his pace even as he does his best to keep the sun from blinding him. Once outside of town this becomes easier as now there is nothing for it to glare off of. [i]'I wonder if Little Mouse is sweating. . .'[/i] Because of his tolerance for heat Kuro is not a good judge of such things using only his own skin as a thermometer. His gaze travels over tot he angel, looking for sweat.