Ambriel felt something lurch in his stomach when he heard Davian call out to him. There was a smile and then the demon was approaching him and despite the fact that Ambriel hadn't drunk anything yet, his smile was softened by a smile.
And then Ambriel noticed Davian's outfit. The smile turned into a frown.
"You dressed up as an angel." Ambriel's tone was disapproving, though he couldn't work out whether this was blasphemy or not. Was it an insult? Wasn't it? Ambriel crossed his arms. "My outfit is not tight." It was. You could make out the angel's ass. Also, it filled out nice in the front. The angel had all the self-awareness of a tomato, however, so he merely grabbed Davian's arm by the wrist. "Why are you dressed like an angel?"