Though Davian wanted to snicker at the genius idea of selling Ambriel a bridge, he didn't. Paxton was telling the sloth demon things he already knew about the angel. Things he had always known about Ambriel and things he had put off into the back of his mind because that was just how he was. Davian wasn't out to change people. He could barely change himself. Ambriel was so sure and confident of himself that most of the time, Davian forgot that it was without any real-world experience. The angel, hot as he was, had been cloistered up all his life and only released into the world to go to school at the Academy.
Davian blamed good Old St. Nick for that one. Fucker. Keeping Ambriel too sheltered for his own good. And now that responsibility was supposed to fall on him? Davian could already feel himself wanting to find an alternative. Like a beach where the real world existed, but not really, and they drank tequilas and swam and fucked all day.
Davian sighed wistfully. At this rate, they wouldn't even be able to visit a beach, much less live on one.
Paxton's lecturing was making Davian hunch down further into his seat and at the last bit, the demon snapped out a hissing, "I know!" Then jerked his hood down over his eyes. The fabric snagged on his jagged horns and Davian swore under his breath. He knew, and yet he didn't know what to do to shape up.