“This isn't some poor little angel or puppy you know. Going easy on it and making it comfortable is not our goal. Have you forgotten their last attack?” Fenrir's does nor draw back from the overseer despite her words. The two of them had served together during the last great clash, but while she stayed in the battle regimen, Fenrir had tired of that and settled to his position at watching over the deployment office. Even back in the battle squads he'd been more of a healer than a fighter, but he could still hold his own against the best in the troop. 

Rolling his eyes at her he huffs. “No Ma'am, I have not forgotten, which is why we need this beast alive. One more session today is more than likely to finish him off. How often are we going to have the opportunity to interrogate a son of Little Horn himself?” A few council members chuckle at the old nickname for Satan. The overseer becomes thoughtful at his words so he continues. “The only one willing to treat him is a beginner, and I do not think even if we sent a better medic that they would do any better, they are all to afraid of him. I used gumon flesh on him,” a few angels murmurs at this in disbelief, “however I'm sure that even that will not be enough. He will bleed to death if he's torn up again today, and it would be a waste of resources.” A few angels roll their eyes at this phrase, knowing Fenrir's little obsession with efficiency.

The female angel raises an eyebrow. “This was also your argument for taking my soldiers off his guard duty and replacing them with peace keepers.”

Fenrir nods. “The soldier were not only counter productive, but abusive to their own kind. I saw this myself.”

“But did you not also say they claimed the demon was getting intimate with this medi angel?” She inquires. 

Fenrir shows no outward signs but inside he mentally bites his lip. [i]'I did not actually see any acts of intimacy other than soft words, but the ex-guards claim he kissed Aoba. As jumpy as that kid is, I don't really believe that, but I can believe that he pretended to. For all I know the demon is trying to get himself killed so the interrogations stop'[/i] Taking a breath h replies, “I have no proof of this and by his won words Aoba has made no such claim to confirm it. I do know that the demon's legendary possessiveness is in fine form and as long as the boy keeps doing his job, the demon will remain docile for him. I saw nothing more than the demon's nature in play as a preservation of his own life, and I believe what my eyes tell me.”

The council looks to one another, discussing the case quietly. Fenrir knows things are not exactly in his favor, but he keeps his head held high and his stance firm as he looks up at the whispering council members behind their tall platform. After several minutes of whispering the overseer waves a hand for quiet and turns to address Fenrir directly. “I grant you leave to have you medic assess the demon's readiness for each session. However if he looks to be abusing this out of favor for the beast we will rescind this order and go back to two sessions a day, no matter the damage, and he will be replaced by you. Understand?” Fenrir tenses at the last part, but nods in assent.

[i]'I gave him to order to break it off and unless he's too far gone already the boy will do as bidden'[/i] Fenrir bows slightly as he is dismissed from the council chambers. Back in his own office he writes down the conditions laid out by the council and calls in a messenger to deliever it to Aoba before getting back to work, not sparing it another thought.

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Kuro waits quietly until the angels leave, not wanting the older male to see any more of his interactions with Aoba. [i]'He's definitely suspicious, and from what I gathered from when I was off in my happy place, he's almost ready to pull the Little Mouse from my case. That just won't do!'[/i] Once he's truly alone, with his new healing in place, he manages to crawl his way over to a wall and sit up. Not wanting to mess with whatever the guy did to his back he sits with his arm against the wall, his back facing the door. He can hear others coming so as quickly as possible he pulls the feather from his loincloth. A quick glance at it tells him all he needs to know, and just before they arrive he slips it back in where it goes unseen.

The new guards don't even bother looking into his cell after an initial check so Kuro is left to his own devices as he waits. The quiet allows him to think to himself, his wicked thoughts running a mile a minute. [i]'He's regaining energy, which is good. I hated to see him so drained. He'd be useless if he used it all up'[/i] an evil grin crosses his lips. [i]'but ah what a lovely shade it is now. There was only a touch of it, no one else would notice but a demon, and then only one of my level and above'[/i] He chuckles aloud, but still the guards do not bother with him. [i]'His purity, it's fading. . .'[/i] Most battle angels, ones who have a lot of contact with demons, have to go through purification rituals if they want to maintain the highest form of purity, but most don't and the demon's know it. Aoba however was as pure as the day he was born not three days ago, but Kuro can see it. That little fading, and he knows he's got his foot in the door. [i]'I may yet survive this'[/i] He sighs to himself, settling in against the wall to rest and wait for his dear Little Mouse's return.