Davian & Kane
Kane didn't think he and his mother had it bad at all. In fact, he preferred being where they were. He never wanted to be in a commune. They came to them occasionally for sex and information, and it was provided and taken without comment, but he was pleased to live in their sin den. His mother educated him in his powers and provided him attractive tutors, most of who he managed to actually listen to enough for a reasonable education. But this place certainly was better education wise, and less prone to distracting him with teacher sex. Unfortunately. He did mournfully look at his beautiful teachers sometimes and wish.
He was aware of what happened with Davian. It was a dark story, after all, and those got around in a relatively small community. He might be on the outskirts of it, but whisperings in the ear were what they got the quickest. Kane held none of Davian's actions against him, otherwise he would have reported him instantly to the commune. He wouldn't have needed to unpack his bags. Not that the sloth demon seemed to understand that, considering how difficult he'd been about it.
Kane was having a pleasant time, watching others and sipping his drink, when Davian came up to him. He did have beautiful black wings, they fit his overall look and were an extension of his being. He'd be lost without them. He quirked an eyebrow, not reacting to the implied fistfight start, and simply sipped his drink when Davian deflated. "Hello Davian." He smiled wryly. "Will you get irritated with me if I say you're looking handsome tonight?"