The comment about souls as ripe fruit not sounding appetizing makes Kuro chuckle a little, glad that he didn't say something a bit harsher about the fact that he still has to consume them. “Yes, lower level demons are limited in their powers. A lot of them have powers that align with whatever sins gave birth to them. Eventually, most can earn wings, if they live long enough. The higher born ones come with wings, but have to hone their weapons themselves rather than being gifted ones from Papa.” He babbles on a bit more about weak demon powers, then falls silent, seeing Aoba wrapped up in whatever deep thoughts one can have about lettuce.

[i]'He's really lost on something. . . I wish he'd just talk to me. . . Maybe when we're cuddled up in bed later, I can coax some answers out of him. . . Unless he just really needs some rest. . .'[/i] The thought is so enticing, teasing some answers out of the little angel, but he knows that rushing things would only hurt them both in the long run, so instead his head just perks up when Aoba asks a question. A chuckles finds it's way out as his Little Mouse finally responds to what he said earlier about going to town early, but he stifles the sound quickly.

“The Ocularus?” he asks, curious as to why Aoba doesn't know what it is. “I suppose, as a lower tier of angel, you would have needed to know about it hmm?” Realizing that comment could hurt a bit, Kuro reaches out and cups Aoba's cheek gently. “Not low tier to me of course, and that's all that matters.” He gives Aoba a wink, then goes on to explain, leaning back to nibble at his food. “The Ocularus is the eye of hell that sees all. Taken as a seed from the fruit of knowledge stolen in the garden of Eden by Eve, the Ocularus was taken by Papa before The Fall before God could destroy it completely. After The Fall, Papa planted the seed in hell and from it grew a great thorny mass of vines, that once it entangles you, it opens your eyes to whatever you want to know. Past, present, future, and everything one could ever want to know about earth and the people on it down to the second.”

Taking a few bites, he takes a moment to relish before going on. “However, since it was one seed and not a whole fruit full of them, the Ocularus can only see the future to the next minute near perfectly accurately, and anything beyond that is a string of possibilities, branching out, on forever and ever. So, useful, but not godly, and only me and my siblings and Papa can really use it without our heads exploding.” He shrugs, as if the Ocularus is no big deal. “I'm only allowed limited access to it. Like, one question every five hundred years or something. . . Not sure if I've used it yet for this five centuries. . .” he looks thoughtful for a moment, the shrugs again, smiling at Aoba.