Aoba dismissed the bow with a wave of his hand. "That's- that's not necessary." But Kuro was gone and was replaced with Dani. As Aoba treated Dani, he listened to the small talk. Hearing the news, Aoba nodded and gently held his face again. "Oh, well okay I can help with that too. Don't worry." He offered a smile. Before he could look at the injuries once more, Dani's legs were on his lap. Before he could ask, he saw the cut and quickly went to mending it. Dani watched with childlike innocence. He never had anyone to mend his wounds for him- and technically the demon really didn't need it. But, to get close to the toy he was to comply. 

He watched the male bandage his leg and give a content look. "So, do I have to keep this on?" He lifted his head a little to see the work. Seeing Aoba nod, he huffed but nodded in understanding. "Fine I guess." Dani decided to mess with him a little, and pointed to his face. "So how about here? What're you gonna do to fix the little cuts and bruises?" Aoba gestured for him to sit up. When Dani put his arm up to be helped Aoba grabbed it, only to be pulled over Dani. He blinked and looked down on top of him. 

"Um. . ." Aoba started, watching Dani grin innocently, showing his fangs. For a momentx he took the opportunity to examine Dani's fangs. They looked a litte sharper than Kuro's when he got Aoba got to see his. But then again, Dani seemed a lot more lethal compared to Kuro.

"Come on Doc, fix me up." He chuckled again as Aoba decided to just finish the job. He wondered what Dani was doing, but decided not to think too much about it. Dani had done this before with the flying and grabbing him. Kuro never seemed to approve of it, so he deduced it was something between them. What it was, he had no idea. 

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Fenrir had glanced over at the mirror to see Aoba on top of the smaller demon. The angel paled and nearly tore the page he was staring at. There were many outbursts, many very un-angelic, but he bit his tongue to keep silent. It was obvious the demon was enjoying the attention, but looking closer it appeared Aoba was only fixing injuries. [I]'Too. . . Close. . . [/I] He felt like a worried mother- and this wasn't even his kid. . . [I]'Aoba please. . . [/I] Fenrir brought a hand up to his head and sighed.