You and this demon have been friends for a while now, he would usually come around to your house in the evening, but this time, he came with something

“Will you…will you accept my mate feather..?” He says, kneeling down and holding a feather up to you, that he grew off of his wings

“I-…I can’t…” You say, feeling guilty for not expecting it

“I-Is there something wrong with it..?…I can grow a nicer one…I-i can try…” He whimpers slightly, looking up at you with a pleading look