Spring did sound fun, but Akira was right. They couldn't do that in the old woman's home. Pursing her lips slightly in thought, Allura sat back slightly in her chair and took a long swig of her tea. Thankfully it had cooled off a bit so she could drink it without scorching the inside of her mouth. This time, she was actually able to savor the flavor of the tea and, Allura had to admit, the old woman could make some good tea. Slowly, she felt herself relax and her previously cold demeanor was replaced with one that looked more open and accepting. Just what did the woman put in the tea? Whatever it was, the angel didn't think it was bad. In fact, she hoped she could get some more later. Shaking her head slightly, Allura cleared her mind of thoughts about tea and focused on what the demon saying. There were many things that they could do, but the angel did agree with Akira's idea of 'probing each other for information'. 

"Well, what's your favorite food then?" The question was quite a random one, but it was also harmless and didn't require him to think of anything painful to come up with an answer. Even though they did not necessarily need food now, Allura was sure that he had a favorite food before he became one with the demon.