Kuro shakes his head with a chuckle. “Words for a demon are meaningless for the most part, at least when it comes to pacts and bonds. Blood is the script and ink in Hell and for those who were born in it.” He looks towards the barn, then to the animals finishing up their meals, then off to Dani who promptly falls into the pasture, scattering the sheep only to have him prowl after them. “Well, we may have the bare minimums now, but there is plenty more that needs to be built and worked on before we can call this farm respectable.” He grins patting Aoba's head playfully before skipping sideways slightly. “I think for now however, we should have a little fun, and perhaps some exercise.”

After a thorough look around, Kuro pulls out his wings and spreads them. Just as he's about to take of, wanting the angel not to fall out of practice with his own, he pauses. [i]'He's been trying for quite some time now you get a better look at these. I wonder if he's still curious. . .'[/i] He can feel a touch of unease enter his mind at the thought of anyone being so close to his wings, but after a glance to confirm that Dani is thoroughly entertained by a cow trying to sit on him, the young demon moves a little closer to Aoba with a soft, almost shy, smile on his lips.

“Before any of that however, I seem to recall a little angel who was very very curious about demon wings. . .” His voice is soft and as he spreads them wide, he relaxes his body, moving within arm's reach of the angel. As he waits to see what Aoba will do he lets his own gave travel over the gray feathered wings of the smaller male before him. He'd gotten to examine them completely when he washed them the night before, however they are still at the top of the list of interesting things he'd like to learn more about.