For a moment, Davian thought that Ambriel might accept his touch and in that same moment, the demon imagined he felt the angel respond under his hand, but then Ambriel was pulling away and Davian's heart sank. Not yet. No sign yet. Davian gave a small sigh before giving himself more fully to the blurry fuzziness that made up the buzz he was riding from the vodka.
"Seems to me like you can," Davian said in a loud whisper with a grin and a conspirator's wink, like it was a secret, but not really. Alcohol made everything pretty funny, though, and the demon chuckled, reaching for his cup again that he'd passed to Ambriel. "Ok, ok, sorry, I won't do it again. Nothing inappropriate on Halloween, fuck." Davian made some sloppy airquotes on the word and laughed at his own joke.
"No, seriously, you should taste it," he gestured to the cup, "Someone mixed it up for me. I'm pretty, pretty fucking sure it's mostly juice. Not orange juice," he made waving motions with his hands, "but juice. The rest is just Sprite. S'fine, try it, Amby. I'll share with you."