"Follow you around like a bunch of creeper groupies?" Davian grinned. "You could have used it to get all the booty you wanted if you weren't such a righteous prude." It was easy for Davian to revert to teasing, even if the subject was somewhat sensitive for Caleb. Davian had never really mastered that brain to mouth filter. Not unless the person ranked above him, and even then it sometimes slipped out. That Davian could so fearlessly tease Caleb, even knowing that technically Caleb was higher rank than him as a Mentor, was a sign of the demon's trust.
"As far as you..." But Davian's next taunt was forgotten when Caleb reversed the question on him. Screams echoed in his head. "My--" he blinked, looking a little like a deer in the headlights before the veneer of the sloth demon swept over him. "What power?" he snickered. "I don't do shit. Or did you mistake me for my brother for a minute there?"
Davian sat up, feeling the need to retreat, evade, hide. "Whatever."