His brows furrowed slightly at Hana denying his hand, somehow agitated at watching her in such close proximity not allowing him to help while being rather useless at trying to stand up herself. In fact, it reminded him of a certain someone… Damn magic-wielding humans.<br/><br/>However, such concern was immediately lifted along with his raised eyebrows, simply blinking at the witch’s contrastingly more angered response. Like the gradual rumble of a dragon, a deep chuckle begun to conjure from his chest, seemingly exuding from the back of his throat as her poor attempt of threatening him with a hit upside the head brought him more amusement than anything else. This is kind of nice, actually, being in the position of power. Crossing his arms over his chest, he smugly observed her desperate moment of fumbling about the counter…<br/><br/>And then she fell back onto the freakin’ floor.<br/><br/>She found his tipping point. Crone’s mouth cracked into a barking cackle of a laugh, erupting a few sharp sounds. Surprising himself as much as the sudden fall, he brought a hand to his mouth to stifle the noise into soft snickers, calming down when Hana<span style="font-style: italic">eventually</span>made her weak butt to the seat. Her brief, rather tired explanation of how spells and curses functioned seemed to bring about more questions than answers, though. Hm… Yep. That’s it. Crone mentally betted twenty bucks that Hana was secretly some sort of loner nerd who reads too many magic books to go outside and find a compatible mate, so was using her strong aura to her advantage to attract<span style="font-style: italic">young</span>,<span style="font-style: italic">innocent</span>, century year old demons that would make for an attractive metallic-haired boy. Tsk, tsk, tsk, Hana. For shame.<br/><br/>A twinge of concern fell over his complexion when Hana exasperated into her palms. “<span style="font-weight: bold">Eurgh</span>indeed, witch,” was his meek response, reaching out a hand in an attempt to awkwardly pat her back but abruptly decided against it, tucking his hand back into his folded arms while the two of them marinated in the aftermath for a minute. A lot had happened in under two days, and there was a sinking feeling in his gut that things were only just about to begin. An aura like Hana’s would definitely attract a vast array of underworld and magical weirdos had someone of that kind attempt to search for her. It would definitely be a dead giveaway of their location wherever they went, so Crone thought he had to be on his best watch to ensure no other demon he knew saw what was going down here…<br/><br/>"This is going to sound dumb,” Hana spoke, “….but it might be a good thing that we only have to kiss to get some of your power back and not some blood ritual...getting all your power back may not be too hard after all.” Crone snuffed. “Woman, my pride can only be wounded so much. It’s hard enough knowing another demon-seeming-thing has already caught me taking a peck of what’s supposed to be a food source in the worst possible way…” Colour drained from his face at the thought of having to do that again. Despite it hurting his ego, it couldn’t be denied that it had been the closest they had both gotten to figuring out the possible antidotes of this mysterious curse. And the power he had regained… Hell, it felt too good for a quick kiss to ruin, anyway. Ugh, only a dumb human could come up with this sort of gross solution to their spellery.<br/><br/>A long, drawn out sigh slumped his shoulders as Hana managed to regain her balance to stand up. “Uh, sure-” Crone swivelled around to see her rush past him before dragging his feet to the kitchen sink and making a glass of water for himself. Sitting on a chair closest to a window to the garden, he took slow sips and pondered about how the outside world would look through human retinas. As a scavenger demon, he was more of the nocturnal sort, sunlight now feeling surprisingly…<span style="font-style: italic">Pleasant</span>to his pores. Huh. For the next half hour or so that Hana got herself ready, he took mental plans to pack away the open boxes of storage that they had left outside the hall closet. Like an open box, Crone may have felt exposed and weak as a human, but it didn’t stop him from being able to be useful. Perhaps, to make himself feel better, he would think of their newfound forced partnership as more of a demon-bound contract than anything else. And with that, Crone too stood up again.