Summer: Davian and Ambriel
Ambriel grinned. Davian, no matter how good he was at things in reality, was always saying he was the best at everything. He was confident, cocky, and had a flagrant disregard for the truth. It was something Ambriel hated on occasion, but it was also something the angel admired. Davian couldn't care less about seeming proud, stupid or vain. He was just himself.
"You shouldn't curse," Ambriel chided gently, but he followed Davian's directions. He was the taller one of the two, not realizing he was leading the demon, following the slow beat of the song. Ambriel put his hand on the small of Davian's back, feeling the strong muscle there. "Why is this fun?"