Try as he might, Ambriel would never understand that anger. Everything he said was true, meaning that he had all but acknowledged his... his fondness for the demon in his bed. He had prayed to his Lord to return his demon to him and his Lord, in his infinite benevolence and wisdom, had. His Lord had approved. Of Davian. And so now Ambriel had to repent, because if Davian was good in the Lord's eyes, than Ambriel had to be as well.
He honestly didn't understand.
"What?" Ambriel frowned, giving Davian a look that was a mixture of anger and confusion. "What did you think? I prayed for you! The Lord... My Lord, he accepted you, he gave you back to me!"