The boy's thoughts on politics and the nature of being truly diplomatic came to the forefront with a single sentence. Kuroka looked at the lad, her red eyes widening for just a moment. "That is oddly melancholic for one so young..." she said. It was a bit sad, but it was far from the first time she'd heard such a disposition from a young teen. In fact, the last time she'd heard anything like it, was in her last session with the girl being the blonde lass. The likeness between the personalities of Ashikaga Kimiko and this lad before her was uncanny. But perhaps she'd get to see more of that in action later. On the matter of that old evil once felled who might rise again, she had little to say. "Physically, it might be possible. Maybe even easy. But the problem wasn't the evil, but the ideas it spreads. If that portion still exists... it won't matter what abilities are present, the influence on the minds will become the problem," she said that sounded oddly ominous. But it was how she saw the future, quite literally in this case. But futures weren't set in stone, they could still be altered and changed. As for why she couldn't simply share the same information that she had with Kou with Miki she shrugged. "I cannot..." was all she said to the point. It was very important for a reason she couldn't explain, but it had to be Miki who recognized her and named her of her own volition. Anything else was an ethical violation of her code and that she could not tolerate.
Miki watched with wide eyes as the lad before her, waved his arms about like a madman. Calling her a Hentai and accusing her of rape due to the phrasing of her previous statement. She looked completely aghast, he couldn't seriously think that was what she meant. She now remembered fully where she'd seen this lad before, and if he hadn't already proven himself to be reasonable, she'd have assumed him to be some kind of troll. "Baka-shounen!" she exclaimed rolling her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest. "Absolutely no one would have interpreted that sentence that way. I just didn't want you getting the wrong idea about me keeping you around or anything..." she said seemingly huffy. A cuddling, spoiling and coddling a pet was one thing, but she wasn't Akaru Chiyo or anything, she didn't give people she had no romantic feelings for what she considered romantic attention. Potential friends were very different creatures as well, which was more likely where this lad would fall. "Don't call me that..." she snapped. "Ugh, I don't really have a way to hide myself besides my hood and I don't really want to go through having a secret breakfast just to have to wonder if I am being poisoned, mind-controlled or led into a trap," she mentioned her reasoning behind not immediately just wanting breakfast. "As for not having to help, that is very true, but you can't leave large groups of people to fend for their own interests. If this is my life now, I'll live it on my terms and, I'd rather not come back to some find of massacre, genocide or actual Demon influence because I didn't feel like dealing with something in the first place. Besides, we have plans beyond joining another guild, and it's better to have contacts and the like beforehand anyways..." she stated. It was overall much more beneficial to them as a group to deal with the problems of this world as they presented themselves for a plethora of reasons. She'd just hoped, neigh imagined, that she might be able to have some fun on what she had planned in her mind as a breakfast date, before anything crazy happened.