Davian might not notice it, but when he cursed out Ambriel's Lord, Ambriel's expression changed. It turned from surprise and befuddlement to fury, the tranquil, cold kind that hardly changed his face, but settled in under his features, making his face more angular, more pointy. More angry.
"You will not talk about my Lord that way," Ambriel said, his cold eyes now on Davian. He barely even responded when the demon grabbed his shirt, not moving at all, not leaning forward. "He has done me every favor in this world. He brought me Brother Nikolaos, and Ms. Edouard, and this school." Ambriel tipped his head up, teeth clenched. "He even brought me you."
His cold eyes found Davian's. "But if you talk about My Lord that way, I do not want you here. You do not understand? You're a demon, very well. But you will not insult me when I'm here."