As Aoba falls silent, pulling away as soon as the way is clear, Kuro returns his focus to his food and his face becomes unreadable. Rather than returning to the couch he decides to give the angel some space, turning around to lean against the counter while he eats. He keeps his eyes down, deep in thought. [i]'It is so interesting sometimes. First he will seem on edge,t hen strong, then there are times like this. . . .Where I know I missing something, but I cant actually put my finger on it, no matter how I try and figure. He would normally blush, or wriggles away, or just accept it and relax. . .Instead he. . .Waited for me to let go and didn't really have a response. It's like a new thought popped into his head that I am not privy to'[/i]

His head comes up as Aoba thanks him, eyes widening at the feather light kiss to his cheek. [i]'And then he does stuff like this that just throws me off like nobody’s business. . .'[/i] Smiling gently he nods, turning around to put away the leftovers. Over his shoulder he calls softly, “Good night, Little Mouse. . .Sweet dreams. . .” He keeps his eyes on his work as the angel returns the sentiment, still reeling a bit at the implications, or lack there of most likely, of the kiss. [i]'Is probably him copying me, doing it a a thanks, but if that's true, then. . .Then that is the only meaning he will ever get out of my little affections. . . And that just won't do. . .'[/i]

Sighing softly, Kuro finishes putting the food away, the old fridge rattling to life as the door closes. Clicking the downstairs lights off he glances at the stairs before making his way out back, opening and closing the back door as quietly as possible. Once he's sure the angel isn't looking out his bedroom window the demon makes his way over to where he tossed the spice rack and picks it up. After one more long look the wood suddenly goes up in a blaze of black flame and in a matter of seconds it is dust in the wind. With another long sigh he makes his way back inside and collapses carefully on to the couch and closes hi eyes. Sleep is not swift in coming, and when eventually his mind manages to slips away into the unconcious realm, his sleep is fitful at best. 

However, morning finds him none the less refreshed, and ready to face another day of work and toil, a light song on his lips as he begins fixing breakfast. Dani had been given a hard look before Kuro took off the grab the apples he needed for what he had planned the night before. The smaller demon had grumbled and whined, but when Kuro promised him something sweet he'd grudgingly agree to keep a sharp eye out. [i]'He may be picky with his sweets, but I'm sure he'll like this'[/i] His song becomes a little louder as he senses movement from the upstairs occupant, a light smile on his lips. Opening the oven he check on breakfast, nodding happily as it seems almost done. Feeling very much like a housewife he puts away the clean dishes and sets out three plates for the morning meal.