Caleb and Davian
So there were barbs that were still capable of getting through Davian's thick demon skin. "You dumped the drinks," Caleb said nonchalantly, taking the chance to mop up the table. Davian really had made a big mess but the pleasure he was getting from the demon's behavior was enough to quell the silly spill.
"You've already called me Taylor Swift once. I thought you'd move on to Justin Beiber....unless that would make me a Bebliever, then the angel may have a convert." Once the drinks were cleaned, Caleb picked up the turned over cups and threw them in the garbage.
Once done, he steadied his eyes on Davian. "I was loved, Davian. My mother was naturally flawed, and so am I, but she loved me with a fierceness that would scare you. She and I may both be half a soul away from you, but that's enough to still make us different."
Caleb smiled to himself as he poured more cups to replace the ones knocked over. "Davian, are you ever scared that you'll never know?"