Caleb and Davian
Davian looked at the girl when she came by, but was bristling at Caleb's comments and couldn't even enjoy the view as she hurried away. He turned back to the siren and eased onto the table, knocking over a couple cups of the punch as he sat down and scooted back. The colorful liquid spilled across the table and dripped to the floor while the demon picked up an unspilled glass and this time only sipped it, narrowing his eyes at Caleb over the rim.
Smacking his lips, he set the glass down among the others again and leaned back, arms braced behind him in the spilled punch. "Damn. All this time I thought you were mute and when you do speak to me in person, it's nothing nice." His tail flicked lazily out behind him and Davian's eyes once again took in the other boy. He picked up another cup, sipped from it, and set it among the others that had been left upright. "That pigeon boy is not my brother, wiseass. He's a fucking joke, and if I wanted to, I could approach him and shove his face into the water. See what he looks like soaking wet." Davian snickered, gaze shifting back over to Ambriel with a change in his expression, almost a longing before he just sighed. "But I don't want to."