The battle with the Spartan's idea of strength was going to be a much longer one to fight and it wasn't the angel's place to wage it. Still, he could at least do his part by only referring to the man by his human name.
He kissed his way slowly down the vampire's neck, warming him inch by inch. "Then let go, my warrior. Let me give you this."
He let the vampire touch his feathers, invited more of it by spreading those wings of dawning around them both, canopying and sheltering them from the outside world even if the outside world was just the rest of the room.