Oraxael frowned slightly, sensing that he had overstepped his companion's boundaries.  It had not been his intent - well, not fully.  Yes, he often felt his angel friend naive for his absolute dedication to his service, but at other times, he was shamed to admit that he admired the angel for his purity of thought.  So many years spent surrounded by corruption had robbed the demon of any purity that remained to him...or at least, it felt that way.  He could not remember the last time he had experienced a truly pure thought or feeling.  It left him strangely empty.<br/><br/>"Must you leave?  Surely your mortal will manage on his own for a little while.  Please, at least finish your tea?"  Oraxael leaned forward, his eyes pleading for a bit more time.