"Fuck your lord!" Davian shouted back, remaining crouched down but lifting his head to snarl at Ambriel. "Fuck him all over the face of this fucked up world! Ambriel, listen to me," standing up and moving back to the bed, Davian crawled up onto it and moved in close to the angel, wanting to make his point clear.
"You don't owe anyone anything, got it? Especially not some guy who dropped you here like you were trash and robbed you of all your memories. He hasn't done you any favors and that includes me getting out of the mine. How can you just blindly follow someone who's fucked you over in almost every way possible?" Almost every way, because Davian's eyes did shift to Ambriel's wings.
He shook his head and grabbed Ambriel's shirt tightly. "What does, I mean, what does that even mean? I can't-- I don't want to stop! You made a deal and you need to get out of it! Undo it!" Deals were things Davian understood. They were binding and he knew Ambriel understood it, too. Ambriel had even gotten the demon to bind his word to never step foot inside the chapel again. And he hadn't because he couldn't. He physically couldn't. Was it the same with Ambriel's promise to his lord?