The angel's reaction definitely doesn't help his stance. The sudden movement causes his eyes to narrow, hackles prickling as he prepares to bare pearly fangs. Life hadn't been kind to the either of them, and for a moment their tensions bleed into one another. After all, it's uncommon to come across an angel who doesn't despise demons. For all he knows, Junji planned attack him on sight once they were alone. But there is no attack, only a pleading sort of fear in the feline's eyes, one that Luca knows all too well. Guilt washes over his body, and perhaps even his expression, hackles falling into gentle tufts along his neck. He seems to relax at the same time as other. Muscles slack beneath silky fur, and he straightens his back a bit to bring his chest up from the ground. He's close enough to notice the difference in height between them, and there's something satisfying about the thought of scooping the angel up in his paws.

His line of sight drops to the ground before him. "Sorry." The apology comes as a low and reluctant mumble, vibrating his chest. He isn't used to apologizing. Usually he would refuse to do so, but he can't bring himself to deny this broken dove. "It's a habit," he continues, and his teeth came down to tug at his lip for a second or two before he dares to gaze into the teary eyes in front of him. He hates watching others cry. Sometimes it's guilt, sometimes it's disgust, but it always makes him feel something bad. This time it's the former, and a nagging sensation begs him to try and fix the situation. He doesn't believe Goldie's story, the one in which he and this angel were happily together with a number of children. It's impossible in a number of ways, but that doesn't stop the allure that Junji radiates. Even if it weren't for that hypothetical situation, he is sure that he'd still feel drawn to this one. Soft features, cute voice, enticing... rump. He doesn't notice himself moving forwards until he puts pressure on the paw that snapped that branch, sending a spear of pain through his leg. Instinctively he lifts it again, but decides that it's probably not worth any attention, despite the pink he can see dribbling from his paw pad. He continues forward at a slower pace, closing the gap between them.

"I didn't mean to scare you," he says, this time speaking with a practiced gentleness. The syllables fall off his tongue softly, accompanied by whisps of pink smoke. "I just want to talk." Partially a lie. He can't deny the thoughts currently running rampant in his mind, the desire to pin this pretty bird down and dig his teeth into his neck, refusing to release any of his sedative venom so he could enjoy the feeling of Junji's rapid hearbeat against his chest. He's an impulse-driven hound, but he manages to keep himself grounded for the time being. Still, the urge to reach out and touch him is a strong one. A distraction, that's what he needs. "I'm... curious about you," he admits, standing as close to the angel as he would allow himself to get.