Davian & Kane
As with everything aggressive tossed his way, the bark was ignored and Kane remained unruffled, waiting for the compliment to catch up with the other demon. For all his smugness now, Kane thought it was very much an act. He doubted Davian had a true high opinion of himself. The hiding of his horn remnants proved that much. The lust demon never gave them a look, nor anything else that set Davian apart. He knew exactly what they meant and how he got them. Looking would bring attention to it, and some part of himself was kinder than the Riveras would ever believe. So he didn't bother.
"Oh my goodness, a compliment. I might just die of shock." It was impossible to miss the way Davian was staring at his wings. Kane's wings were beautiful even among other winged demons, and it fit in with the rest of his look and general aura. "I'm decent at flying. I didn't get to use them often in Vegas, too many lights and people around most of the time, and I didn't bother going beyond the strip too often. The fact the school is more secluded has been a nice change." His response was measured and pleasant, talking as if they were two average people having an average conversation. Not demons with a whole lot of baggage on either side. Kane was talking to a traitor. He'd be in trouble were Davian to be caught. It was something he considered every day he chose to keep that secret. "Your fiance must take you flying occasionally. His wings look like they can carry someone else easily."