Davian & Kane
Davian rolled his eyes at Kane's dramatics. He knew when he was being teased - most of the time - and while normally he would come back with his own comment, this time Davian was too interested in hearing Kane's answer about flying.
It was what brought Davian's trademark smirk back to his face. "Decent? HA! I bet I could've flown circles around you." Davian had used his wings on a daily basis to navigate the dark subterranean world that was the demon underground of Las Vegas. On the surface, he'd kept them hidden, of course, but underground, they were his preferred method of travel. Much easier than walking. Faster. He could get away from his tormentors who hadn't been gifted with wings on their birth.
Only once had his wings failed him and that was when he'd been thrown down a pit that was too narrow to fly out of. The demons who put him there filled it with spiders and all kinds of parasites to torture him with, until along came Paxton, with his strange yet sometimes useful control over vermin, and turned the tables to aid his little brother. It was one of the many times Paxton had his back in Vegas.
"He does," Davian said about Ambriel flying with him. It made the demon look down, and then to the side. He was actually terrified usually to go flying with Ambriel because he wasn't the pilot. Their years together had brokered a much deeper trust of course, but it still made Davian squirm to be taken flying.