The broken sentence pulls a warm smile to the demon's lips and he chuckles lightly as Aoba moves right past the kiss and into their work. [i]'Sometimes the simplest things leave him stunned, but occasionally nothing short of a bomb will knock him off track'[/i] He watches as the little angel goes right to work and with a chuckle calls out, “Sheep, not sheeps. The word doesn't have a plural form love.” He stands next to the pen until Aoba reaches his side then moves away a bit to give him more room to pull the sack right up next to the stalls. Once the bag is open Kuro dips his hands in and scoops up a good amount of feed. [i]'We'll have to get some scoops eventually, but I guess this works for now'[/i] “Yeah, grain and hay rot, and rotten food gives you the runs, which isn't good for anyone's health.”

He begins humming softly, a fond look in his eyes as the fluffy white balls of wool bounce around, trying to get at the grain at all costs. [i]'They are like puppies when they're like this. I hope they've been well cared for before this. They are not fleeing me like most animals do at first sight, so I have the feeling that perhaps they may have not eaten in a while. . . .'[/i] His humming stops and he turns his attention to Aoba when he asks about the demon's love for animals. Kuro does not hesitate for an instant. “No idea, I just do. They make me smile. . .” The last is said softly, a gentle not in his voice as he scoops up another serving of grain to dump over the stall door for the little fluffers.

The angel once more brings his attention around to him and Kuro raises an eyebrow before turning back to his task. “He's in town. He needed to eat something.” Leaving it at that he slaps his hands together to get the grain dust off them before deciding it may be the right time to explain about Dani's comments. Looking over at Aoba the demon leans on the nearest stall door and crosses his arm. “Listen, about before, about him calling you dirty, and the old man filth. While he means it offensively to Gerard, it's not the case when he's speaking to you.” He tilts his head to the side, making sure he has Aoba's attention before going on.

“Like the taint turning your wings gray, priests have a taint of their own, but you would call it Grace, and just as my taint makes the old man uncomfortable, as it still makes you on occasion, the Grace of a priest is something that naturally repels us. You probably think your wings look filthy, and that's kinda how Grace appears to us, as something filthy and nasty.” Kuro looks to the ground, scuffing his foot against the dirt like a shy school boy talking to his crush. “Because you are one of the fallen now, unless you work at it, your body will not hold grace, just the same, as long as you are around me, your wings will hold my taint.” He looks back up at Aoba with a softly pleading look in his eyes. “Dani doesn't mean to pick on you when he says that, and despite my own thoughts about it, I don't want you to be offended by my trying to make you more pleasant to be with. . . .”