The hug was enough to at least [b]begin[/b] reassuring the demon that his dear Little Mouse had not been stolen from him. After all, he was the only one who got hug. Not even Dani has gotten a hug so far. He knows that once Dani stops spooking the poor dear he will likely get hugs too, but for now, they are something reserved for the youngest son only, and he takes comfort in that fact. When at last Aoba moves past him, occupying himself with Dani and the groceries, Kuro lets out a soft hiss. His eyes never left the kneeling demon and at the hiss he seems to fold even further into himself. His eyes remain high though. He does not challenge the spawn of Satan, however he refuses to flee. . . .Just yet. Kuro wants words with him, so he will stay and have words, even if the conversation is very one sided.

Grabbing Kyouku by his scruff, the demon letting out a little yelp at the motion, Kuro moves them a little ways away from the road so he doesn't have to worry as much about being overheard. Kyou stumbles to his feet just long enough to half stumble half hobble along with the powerful demon before once more falling back to his knees so he is in a subservient position. His eyes snap shut and he bows his head as Kuro roughly yanks back his hood, revealing his rather droopy looking headwings. [i]'Looks to be really young hear. Just out of training. What the hell does a newbie think he will gain by pissing off the boss' sons?!'[/i] Once he's satisfied he pulls the hood back forward just as roughly and lets out an angry huff.

For his part Kyouku remains carefully submissive, the training of his “childhood” fresh in his mind, reminding him constantly that demons more powerful than yourself can crush you like a bug and will if you're not very careful. However after the inspection his eyes once more go up to lock on Kuro's chin, letting the youngest son know that he's not backing off, even if this will earn him some rebuke. Kuro watches him for a full minute before at last asking the most pressing question on his mind. His voice is low and menacing, but true to his word it carries no threat of violence in it. “What do you want with him?”

The question is not unexpected, but despite the lack of promised pain in Kuro's voice he still finds his throat sticking in fear and has to swallow a few times before he can answer. “My lord, I s-simply wish t-to ask him questions. He's a rarity, and I l-like learning th-things others d-don't know.” His voice warbles but he manages to get his words out without stalling. His eyes flicker up, letting Kuro see the truth of what he's saying, before dropping back to the standing one's chin.

For the most part Kuro is a bit surprised, though a part of him quickly places the kind of demon on his knees before him. He's heard of demons like this, ones that are obsessed with learning, even on to their own demise. However, the idea that one is here, in front of him, and for all intents and purposes, being kindly and polite, has him a little baffled. This feeling does not show, his eyes remaining fierce and firm, but he takes a moment to process his thoughts before asking another question. “And what do you intend to do with this information?”

Another expected question Kyou manages to get his reply out a little quicker. “This is for my own benefit and enjoyment,” He swallows hard as the word “enjoyment” pulls a growl out of the demon above him, but he presses on. “and I promise you that I in no way intend to ever share what I learn from the fallen one.” once more he shows his truthfulness.

Kuro listens quietly, accepting the truths as they come, knowing that no low level demon like this could pull a lie in front of him. Even as the youngest, he is the son of the father of all lies. No untruth gets past a child of Satan. Still reeling a bit from all this happening at once however Kuro decides to give himself a little time. Reaching down he grasps the front of the male's shirt and hauls him up to eye level, forcing Kyou to to his tippy toes as he's forced to look straight into those fierce eyes glaring at him.

For a long moment he fears he's about to be slaughtered but after several heartbeats Kuro finally say, “Leave. Approach me [b]first[/b] next time, and I will render my judgment then.” His voice grows harsher as he adds on, “And breath a word about him to anyone and I will know, and I will make you into a pretty little present for Aoba that you won't survive.” Kyouku swallows hard, nodding frantically before letting out another yelp as hes tossed several feet back, landing hard on his rump. He whines softly but recovers quickly, looking fearfully at Kuro and silently counting his blessings. He survived and he'll have a chance to perhaps be given access to the rarest of rares for more questions. Pressing his luck a little he looks towards Aoba and Dani, hoping to at least meet the fallen's eye one last time before he flees off to lick his wounds.

Kuro had pulled him far enough away from the other two that Aoba with his average hearing would be unable to overhear the conversation. Dani however heard it all and is a mix of furious and disbelieving. He voices this in the form of muttering to himself in a low hiss but nothing telligible enough for the angel to understand.

Once Kyou is gone far enough for Kuro to feel safe the dark haired male makes his way back to the other two, his brows knit in deep contemplation. Before Dani can lay into him he gives his older brother a look, warning him against it. Dani barely manages to bite his tongue as Kuro gathers up the rest of the bags before looking to Aoba. He simply stares for a long moment, an unreadable expression on his face. So many thoughts, so much uncertainly, so many things that still need answers, and absolutely no will to actually seek the answers from those innocent lips, that bright, gentle face too sweet to bother with such dark contemplations right now. So, instead, he lets out a long sigh and offers the angel a smile and motions towards the nearby alley that would serve as a good takeoff point.