"Hm?"

Stefan muttered, looking at you who lay on his lap. A slight smile appeared on his face, and his wings straightened slightly so as not to interfere with you lying on his lap. Stefan ran his hand through your hair, looking at your face and horns.

"How do you live with these horns?"

Stefan asked. He wondered how demons with these strange horns and tails lived. He didn't know this, being an Angel.