The anger in Azriel’s eyes began to soften to see tears in Oraxael's eyes. A demon crying at all was a surprising thing to him and he couldn't keep from feeling rather sorry for him. Perhaps that kiss did something for the demon, just as it had for himself. He was still filled with rage, but at the same time...his anger softened to see the true feelings behide Oraxael's words.<br/><br/>He stated down at his empty cup, wondering if this was a setup from the very start...was this friendship nothing more than a setup or was his friend forced into it?<br/><br/>"I...I see. Tell me..." he stared back at the demon again with slightly softer eyes than before, "how long were you planning this?" There was another thing that Azriel wanted to know. "And...why are you crying?" That could just be another trick, but there was something different in Oraxael's eyes...not something he would see in a demon that was able to taint an angel.