As Kuro's heart rate returns to normal, his little speech to his brother riling him up more than he cared to notice, he looks to the angel with a once more soft look in his eyes. He recognizes the expression on Aoba's face and silently curses himself. He stays silent however, wanting to hear what he has to say. [i]'After all I interrupted him, once more speaking for him as if he was not here. I am such a fool some time, but. . . .But I know Dani should be able to understand, and the faster he does, the faster I can trust him this little bit. This tiny little bit and will be able to allow him to have his little fun without worrying that he's going to snap. . .'[/i] He sighs softly. [i]'Though, that threat will never truly dissipate. He's crazy, just like I am. . .His however just so happens to be violent. Even Issho suffers from the madness, but his is focused. . .Maybe. . .Maybe that's all I want for him. . .A little focus. . .'[/i] 

The care for his family keeps each of the children in line, unable to slay each other despite the strong urges to do so, however Kuro and a couple of the others have gone a little bit further at time. Like Issho. He can not love, but he cares for his siblings in a way that no one understands, and it is this care that keeps his fair. Kuro can only hope that Dani will be able to calm one day, his madness no longer a real danger. Is it so much to ask for a little peace for one of your blood? 

The demon's eyes follow Aoba as he wanders into the kitchen, his ears perking up as he at last speaks. His smile makes an appearance and with a long sigh Kuro walks up behind the angel, and in one smooth motion he wraps his arms around Aoba's slender waist, lacing his fingers together over his tummy. Pulling him in tight he begins speaking softly. “Here on earth there was a man called Pavlov, who taught dogs to drool on command by ringing a bell. He did this by over and over, ringing the bell, then feeding the dogs a treat, so that every time they heard the bell, they thought they were getting a treat.” Settling his forehead on the back of Aoba's head he exhales softly against the back of his neck. “I have to defend you, each and every time he gets riled, if he is ever going to learn to relax around you. It may seem cruel in your eyes, but my brother is a killer. He may find you amusing, and would be incredibly put out if you died, but all it takes is an instant of the madness that plagues us to overcome his controls, and you would be dead, just like that.”

His arms tighten around the angel. “If it works, and I hope it does, he will be better for it. In my own special way, I am helping my dear big brother control his temper, and in kind, his madness. He is my brother, and I wish this for him. . .” His voice trails off and his arms relax a bit. His head comes up, shifting to the side before his forehead comes to rest next on Aoba's collarbone. “That aside, and I hope you don't hate me for this, but even if it wasn't Dani, I would jump to protect you no matter what, my Little Mouse. For me it is not a matter of putting up with you. You are dear to me, and I will abide no harm coming to you.” His head lifts up, his chin settling where his forehead was moments before. “And if that is personal gain to you, then so be it. I am selfishly unwilling to see you killed, for seeing you suffer is worse than Hell for me.” Not really catching that he just slipped on his revealing his feelings he sighs again and lets Aoba go slowly. “I'll finish cleaning up, you head to the barn and I'll meet you in a few. . .” His hand comes up to brush softly over those now slightly darker gray wings and he smiles before turning to the sink to finish up the morning cleaning.