Giggling. He giggled when he said that. Even in his stupor, something about that landed wrong with Cornyx. That should've been a source of pain, shame, even guilt, and then he said that he was...born without them. That shouldn't have been possible.
His eyes narrowed a little as he gazed at Angel. Normally, he would've kept silent and kept an eye on it, but he was drunk, and when he was drunk, he was impulsive. And generally a bit more on the aggressive end. The demon sat up, turning to look down at the other man.
"I don't believe you," he said. "It's not that easy to lie to the Devil." He paused, the suspicion plain on his face, countenance set in a deep frown, then seemed to come to some sort of conclusion in his hazed mind that calmed him. "Whatever. I don't give a f***. Just don't like, stab me or something."
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