"favourite food?..." Akira see's himself repeating Allura's question as he begins to think. "Well I must admit that something that I've hunted myself tends to taste better then someone else fresh haul." Akira knew this didn't really answer the question so he continued. "Back at the guild house we use to have huge banquet type meals, although it was very informal. If I had to pick a particular meat though I'd have to go with pork and boar. Although the latter takes a bit more skill to ensure it doesn't spoil." He eventually gave what we probably be expected for an answer, even though he had gone off of quiet the tangent to get to that answer. Akira sits up before asking Allura. "What about yourself? I assume someone as well versed as yourself has tried all kinds of delicacy. if you had to pick a favourite. what would it be?" A question for a question, a rather simple method of getting to know someone, but if it'd work for them, all the better.

For a change it really was starting to seem that Akira was building a bond that may actually remain intact. A very rare occurrence though something he had to be cautious of, these bonds were usually always severed by bloodshed. He would do everything he could to prevent this from happening, although Allura wasn't exactly defenceless. Maybe he could just let this run its course and see where it leads. For a change the Demon was too dormant to be able to interrupt Akira's thoughts with paranoia and hatred, allowing him to think his own thoughts clearly for a change.