The demon has made so many foolish, joking comments over the millennia. Inane suggestive comments, the teasing sort to get a reacting, as he got from most people. But none of them were ever as entertaining as the angel's. Not that he could get a rise out of him, but quite the opposite - someone that took the chatter and gave it back in kind, if not one-upping him from time to time. He didn't know, then, that that feeling would ever lead to a moment like this. To all the things they've gone through to end up here, in the quiet, moving slow and careful, but meeting each other at a point closer than they have ever been.

The smile squeezes into something even more fond. The settling into the safety of a terrifying moment, the confirmation that everyone involved is safe, will be. That things are true, and right. That they see each other, perhaps, clearer than ever before.

The hand still covered moves, thumb reaching up to brush gently over fingers. A return of gentle touch. A response, if nothing else. He never thought much about slow dances before today.