Homura's hands wandered and Aoba quietly watched. Occasionally, his eyes would shut when he felt his fingers too close. He didn't want to get accidentally poked in the eye. The demon's hands were warm, just like Kuro's were. He suspected the same for Dani, but the last time he was really that close to him was when he 'helped' him fly. He wasn't used to all the touching, but at this point what would he be used to with the demons around. There were the demon animals, the fighting that was actually love, the fighting that was to kill, the- well, the list could go on really. In his tangent of thoughts he heard the compliment he was given. His cheeks warmed, but he didn't question him like he wanted to.
After Homura's hands trailed out of his hair, his own hand replaced it and fixed it. His gaze went back on Homura's clear eyes, staring as if was looking for something. That was interrupted as both of them turned their attention to Kuro. "Exam?" Aoba echoed, not quite registering the issue. His eyes widened for a moment as the two continued. "O-Oh no. No, no, no." Aoba quickly shook his head, only further blushing thanks to Dani.
"I'd rather you not try stripping me." He held his arm as if it were injured and looked up at Dani who was still laughing away. "Hmph." He made the sound quietly before looking at Homura again. Aoba watched as the demon hugged his youngest brother, once more keeping an eye on the fallen angel. He still pouted like a little kid, so of course Aoba started to feel just a little bad. He couldn't help it. "Um," He started and scuffed his shoes against the hay. Aoba wasn't going to change his mind about being stripped, but he decided to try a compromise. "You can. . . You can touch my wings instead? I'd just prefer, um, you not try and. . . Strip me."
Fortunately, the smile indicated that Homura was happy with this idea as well. He moved from his brother and happily took a step forward. He didn't go too far since he didn't know if anything was there in front of him, besides the fallen angel. Aoba met him the rest of the way and turned so his back was to him. Waiting for Homura, Aoba's face scrunched up as he thought. "Question." He finally said, though it was pretty soft.
"How- um, what exactly do you see?" Aoba blinked and then shook his head. "S- Sorry that sounded kind of rude. I meant, um, can you see- well, of course you can't but I mean-" He had an embarrassed flush and then put his hands over his face. In his normal squeaky manner, he apologized and shook his head. "Never mind. . ." He decided to just leave it alone so he didn't offend the demon any more. But that didn't make him any less curious about why he was called pretty. . .