"Ah. That's what you meant with the flowers. Probably explains why she is good at arranging food nicely - already had practise with flowers." Anuriel said.

Damien shook the hand. He looked at the Angel with the similar purple colouring to his own. "I am Damien Abraxon. Communications and Signals operator. I taught Azurael the ropes of my work." Damien said this.

He looked at Ma'ai. "Have you met Azurael? She's the Angel wearing Demon armour." Damien fell silent again.

Anuriel looked quizzicly at Damien, a small smirk not very well hidden. "I wonder what has gotten into you today."

Damien blushed furiously and bowed his head, his hair falling forward as intended so he could hide his  face.