Her question didn’t surprise him as he gathered up some food on his plate. Why would the angels need to experience the emotions the humans do? Why would that matter? However it mattered for demons. How else would the devil be able to remain in control if he didn’t have something he could keep with them? “We feel everything.”  He explained as he continued to plate himself some food and walk down the line. 

“We feel pain, we feel hunger, we feel starvation, we feel stress, worry and anger.” He stabbed a fork deeply into the a piece of meat before putting it on his plate. “But…” His deep eyes flicked back to her, a fire underneath them. “We also experience intensity,” He took a small step towards her, “Warmth.” His free hand reached out and tucked the loose strained of hair behind her ear. “Passion…” Dragging out the word he pulled his hand away from her and picked up a glass of red wine at the end of the table and turned. 

“Enlighten me Sky.” He said as he led the way to the veranda outside where there was some seating. “What do Angels feel?”