Davian & Kane
Davian didn't catch Kane's meaning, but he let it go. Davian wasn't known for his sharp wit or reasoning skills. Prior to experiencing love, Davian had believed demons were incapable of the emotion. He swore by it because it was how he was raised. He had multiple partners, sometimes at the same time, and that was how life was for a demon. That was what was right. Demons didn't get married. Demons didn't have romantic dinners by the ocean at sunset drinking wine without shoes on. Demons fucked for pleasure and just happened to reproduce like rabbits in their communes. That was what Davian had been raised to believe. Monogamy was for humans. But then along came an angel.
Davian's smile grew when Kane's did. He decided he liked this look on Kane the best. "Good. Because friends is so much fucking easier than... Whatever we were before." Davian shrugged and looped his arm through Kane's arm to lead him towards the dance floor. "Let me show you how bad of a dancer you are now. It's what friends do." He grinned.