Aoba offers his assistance, but Kuro knows what he's going to do and insists the little angel stay put and let him work. [i]'I don't need to be getting all distracted with you wandering around so close to me, Little Mouse'[/i] He smiles to himself, the image of a house wife passing through his mind, replacing the woman in the frilly apron with himself in a Cerberus skin one. [i]'Yes, son of Satan, dutiful house spouse'[/i] He chuckles slightly, turning an ear to Aoba while he gets to work. He's ready to answer right away, forming his thoughts around his various powers, but the overly talkative angel keeps going, causing Kuro to wonder what's wrong.

[i]'Usually he so calm and quiet. I wonder if he's stuck on what happened earlier. . .'[/i] He rolls his eyes to himself. [i]'Of course he is. He doesn't shake stuff like that of the same way I do'[/i] Humming to himself, he continues frying up the meat for the burgers he's planning on to go with the dinner salad. “That's okay Little Mouse.” he murmurs in response to the apology. “I have a lot of 'powers' so I'm not sure I can think of them all, but I can give an outline.” He takes another moment to organize his thoughts. “I can hide my wings, fly of course, generate hellfire, a rare skill I may add.” He grins wide. “Most demon fire is different, and I'm the only one of my siblings that has it.” He puffs up proudly before going on. “I can draw my weapon from the space I keep it in hell from anywhere I may be, I can use my pendant to travel between the realms of hell and earth, and from place to place when on earth. . .”

Chopping the fresh vegetables now, he wrinkles his nose a bit at them before going on. “I can contact my Papa at any time, I can sense demons, angels, and humans nearby. I can smell the flavor of souls, and tell which are most ripe.” He looks at Aoba out of the corner of his eye at this, wondering how the angel will react. “I can use demonic energy to create clothing on myself, and transmute certain things into other things, like the demon parts into charms. Among other things.” He rolls his shoulders, sitting against the tree for so long leaving him a little stiff as he works them in the repetitive chopping motion.

“And let's see. . .I can contact any of my siblings of course, and I can pass unseen by humans when I want to, and even call of some demon forces if I really, really want to.” He shakes his head, sticking out his tongue at the idea. “I can poison pure things and use charm to sway thoughts where I want them to go. . .” He peeks over his shoulder again. “I've not been doing that to you, if you're wondering.” He says this in a matter-of-fact tone, rather than sounding like he's accusing Aoba of thinking such things. “I'm not sure it counts as a power, but I can sense and manipulate human feelings fairly well. I think that's a learned trait though, and not exactly a power. . .” As he finishes up the meal he pauses, concentrating on what he's doing.

“Can you grab the drinks?” he asks, turning with full plates and heading towards the coffee table. “I also have limited access to the Ocularus, but that's more a right than a power. The power comes from being able to use it without my brain exploding.” He sticks his tongue out again, playfully this time. His plate holds two burgers and a small salad while Aoba's salad is much larger and he has only a single burger. He knows he can get [i]some[/i] sustenance from vegetation, so he tries his best to learn to like them. Once Aoba is seated Kuro reaches out and gives his hair a little tug. “And as for going to town, I am sure we can find plenty of time. We should go early though, to try and avoid Dani. I'm sure he'll try and come back soon. . .” He growls a little at this idea, but then smiles to show he's not completely serious. “Any questions? I think I've covered all the ones I can think of. . .”