Noticing Hana had returned rather promptly than he expected, he turned his body for the moment of eye contact before directing his eyes back towards the garden. His thoughts a bit more simmered down now, he was able to quietly pay attention to what Hana had to say. Then, slowly, he folded his arms like they were two settling snakes clinging to his hips. “…Your attitude was fine. It’s not any fouler than a demon’s.” A soft, sheepish smile flashed across his face at his rather back-handed compliment. “But I’ll choose to believe you and help you out for now because I’d rather not hang around with you for too long, just as you’d rather see me bugger off.” His eyelids lowered and with narrowed eyes, he peered back at Hana as she leaned on the kitchen counter. Huh, he thought, she looks less like a crazy witch and more of a normal human being with her hair combed out a bit more properly. Taking slow steps, he plopped into a stool by the counter to take a closer look at her face.<br/><br/>“Alright, sour puss, your deflated aura is killin’ me over here. I like you when you’re feisty! Gives ya more character.” Propping an arm on the table to support his head, he nodded when hints of her usual determined, strong self flickered in her voice. She began to talk further about aspects of the curse and Crone contemplatively stroked the side of his face with his digits. “Power came back in my claws because I really wanted to rip out his stupid neck had it not been illegal as a mortal… Perhaps your voodoo attaches this power to my thoughts at the time.” It was a curious thought, and Crone mused about what could happen if he had simply thought really strongly about wanting to be a full-fledged demon again. But on second thought, curses and magic as complicated as this wasn’t usually so easily fixable like that. Hm. He tilted his head to the side a bit, staring, perhaps unknowingly a little bit too intently as he pondered about his dilemma. Did he seriously really have to kiss her hoo-man mug again? Jeez.<br/><br/>“Emotional trauma?… Maybe it’s because your<span style="font-style: italic">unfortunate</span>soul has never been in a proper relationship, huh? Are you worried about not having a boyfriend? I doubt loners like you would, haha.” Mocking the gestures of a gossiping school girl, he poked her shoulder a few times, as though he were lightheartedly trying to prod out some friendly banter from her as he waffled on about his past conspiracy about her. “I’m tellin’ you girlie, putting voodoo on a demon in order to trick his attractive face into kissin' you just won’t<span style="font-style: italic">ever</span>work out for you.” He snorted at his own words, understanding his own irony and hypocrisy. It wasn’t as though Crone had much of an underworld romantic life, either… But he wasn’t going to tell her that upfront. Besides, that was different! Humans were way less picky than stubborn, straightforwardly demanding demon women! Huh, sounds like another girl he knows…<br/><br/>He hopped out of the chair to finish the task bothering his mind. Quickly running into the hall to file away the boxes, he hopped and performed a dramatic model-like spin back into her view. “By the way, not trying to sidetrack, but did I dress convincingly human? I was going to ask until we got disturbed.” A sharp tooth peeked from the corner of a wry smile as he looked down at himself. Clothing was surely a weird constricting entrapment, but he did admit it felt rather comfortable.