Caleb and Davian
"A bit of soda water will help. Unfortunately, all I have is punch." Caleb couldn't help but be slightly helpful, even when he knew it would just irritate Davian more. "You really should watch your language There are young people here and I'm sure Ambriel doesn't appreciate the cursing."
Caleb smiled, knowing that his mother did indeed love him, with her entire heart. She kept him safe and held on as long as she possibly could. His heart swelled at the memory, but knew that Davian wouldn't understand it.
"Know what love is," Caleb answered softly, still filling up cups. "You can mock me and degrade me and feel like you're better than me but I've been loved, Davian. I've been loved in the purest form. Turn it as you will in your mind, but if I never find love again, at least I'll know what it was when I'm only middle-aged and die, taking the siren with me."
He gingerly poured a fresh cup and set it by Davian's leg, sliding it across the table. "When your anger leaves you, maybe we can talk again."