Davian didn't trust it. He knew what demons were like, and he knew that if there was anyone they liked hurting more than humans it was each other. Especially if it was a high ranking demon to a low one, and Davian had lived his whole life being jerked around, kicked, and stomped on. So, when Loriana gave her word he would be accepted - was accepted - to her commune, that kumbaya circle he'd called it, he just stared at her and her outstretched hand as though she'd curl her claws in and tear out his organs instead.
Apparently though, Loriana's past experiences had changed her, shaped her differently than the other demons he knew and even though he'd disbelieved it, coming from Dallas, that halfsie, it made more sense now that she was there herself to tell him. There was no contest to see who had had the shittier life among them, but each had led to making choices and determining their outlook on the future.
Loriana expected his acceptance or she would probably kill him, but Davian would push it. It was what he did. He had just learned too much about his own kind to accept the face value of something right away. "I need to... I need to think about it." He looked down and away from her. It was a big deal, accepting an offer to join another commune, in particular the one in Atlanta. Once he was in, he was in for life or until they banished him, too. And once he was in and word were to ever reach his family back in Nevada, there'd be literal Hell to pay.