Homura's feet shuffle against the straw strewn dirt floor of the barn, the few moments it takes for the angel to make his decision agony. When at last it begins to move again, coming in closer, he has to resist leaping in delight. He does however smile and swing his arms gently. [i]'Yay yay! I get to touch it. I wonder if it's a big tough guy. . .No no, not enough energy, and it sounds small. The heat coming off of it makes it smaller than me. It's definitely a boy, no doubts there, but I. . .'[/i] He is too delighted to have something new to examine to think too coherently and when the angel stops so do his thoughts. 

Kuro watches the approach with only mild apprehension knowing that as long as his dear older brother isn't spooked Aoba will be just fine. [i]'After the way he grew up, it's no surprise he's timid. My mother may have disowned me, but she's never actively tried to kill me, and I was much older when my crap happened. . . .'[/i] He sighs softly, looking at the two timid little guys begin getting acquainted.

Homura carefully removes on of his gloves before Aoba take a hold of it. The touch is much cooler than he's use to and he shivers slightly.[i]'I guess demons run hotter than angels, or, it could be that he's mortal now and running cool like a human. . .'[/i] He focuses on ever sensation, every motion, letting the information just pour in, a look of concentration on his face. Unlike a demon with naturally white eyes there is a faint impression that the white is not solid, like somewhere behind the white there is a pupil and iris just out of sight. In his own mind he is looking down at the angel, watching him carefully for any sign of, well, anything.

He does not feel a clash between their energies and he takes comfort in that, relaxing a bit and smiling slightly despite the need for complete concentration. When at last he is free to explore, the soft skin beneath his fingers confirming a few suspicions, he begins as one would expect, mapping out Aoba's features slowly and carefully. “You're very pretty.” he murmurs, his fingers sliding into the angel's hair where it rests atop his crown for several seconds. His movements speed up ever so slightly when his hand moves again and the other comes up to rest gently on Aoba's shoulder. The gloved fingers flex slightly on the fabric and his smile widens.

Recognizing the look Kuro sighs softly, the sound catching Homura's attention without startling him. He looks over at his little brother curiously. “Dear brother, I know you're excited, but he did [b]not[/b] give you permission for an exam, only a touch, and only his face.

Homura pouts. “He didn't specify that. . .” The fingers on Aoba's shoulder flex gently again.

Kuro rolls his eyes. “Common sense, genius. For mortals and angels. You don't go stripping them without explicit consent.” Moving slowly over to the two of them he carefully detaches his brother and takes him into his arms for a gentle hug. 

From above Dani cackles. “Watch out there Aoba! Homura will have you stripped and strapped before you can say amen!”