Yves was pleased to be petted by really anyone who would give him attention. Duma nodded at Azrael's assessment of the living arrangements with the cat. It was precisely that. There had once been a real Yves - a lesser angel that had lived with Duma in Hell but that had likely not been noticed or known by his brothers. That had been a long time ago...
He did not mind the stony eyes of Azrael, nor the what should have been unnerving quiet that resided there. Death - they were both part of the cycle. He winked at his brother, shaking his head slightly. And Duma sipped his tea as he listened. Granddaughter of Hermes, hm? And a mail-order bride. What a strange series of events! Duma pointed at Azrael, then made a heart with both of his hands (accomplished by balancing his tea cup on his knee briefly) then motioned to his ring finger again. Did Azrael love this unexpected bride? And he did not mean in the ways many angels seemed to love and disdain humans at the very same time.