Re: Caleb and Davian
"You really should watch your language," Davian mimicked Caleb in a mocking voice, a proper petulant child. "Well you know what? Fuck what Ambriel thinks! And fuck you, and fuck love, and fuuuck I need a smoke."
Jaw clenched and angry not only because Caleb tried to make him care what the angel thought of his behavior - or call him out for caring, rather - but also because Davian knew he was right, he'd never been loved and he'd never loved another. He likely never would. Demons didn't love, or so the books said and so he'd been led to believe from his family back in Vegas. Then why did the fact that he'd never known real love bother him so much?
He glared at Caleb with the suggestion that they could talk later, when he wasn't angry, and swatted the cup the siren boy had put beside him so that the punch would splatter back towards Caleb. "Whatever. Enjoy servant duty, jackass." Davian growled before turning to stalk away and find the nearest exit or dark corner so he could light one up.