Caleb and Davian
A swift but elegant step back kept the punch from spilling on him. The only thing Davian's behavior told him was that a nerve had been struck. An image was conjured into Caleb's mind and he couldn't help but express it. "You're a petulant child," he said softly, but loud enough for Davian to hear. He hoped the words bit, because maybe Davian would learn a lesson.
"You deserve no niceties, Davian. You've been nothing but unwelcoming in your own way. Caleb had gotten used to reading expressions as he used it himself when it was just easier than talking. "You do want to," Caleb said lightly, grabbing a towel and pushing the mess back toward Davian. If he wanted to get up, he could.
"You didn't slam either of those cups," he observed, still pooling the liquid. "So you're trying to teach me something. Perhaps if you stare harder at Ambriel's back, he may consider you worth his time. That would make one." A quick slosh of the liquid and Caleb feigned shock when it splashed against Davian's leg.