Kane couldn't remember the last time someone wanted to spend time with him. Outside of the bedroom or sparring of course as he got plenty of one on one for that but often he was left to his own devices and up in his own head. It still baffled him how in the world the other could act so adamantly in love with him despite barely knowing who he was and being forced into this union on top of that. Other than the angel being good at combat, liking beer, and loving bladed weapons Kane knew very little about him and his life and he couldn't picture that Abbaddon was just much more in the loop about him either.<br/><br/>He figured they might have overlapping interests but he still suspected that his new husband was diving into this so zealously that he might not be aware of just how much they could grow to resent one another if they didn't try to do this carefully. With those things in mind, Kane managed an awkward half-smile to the twins that he was introduced to. His mouth felt awkward in that arrangement since in war there wasn't much need for meet-and-greet social niceties that were expected of him now.<br/><br/>Syndar didn't take long to catch them as well approaching Kane at his side and giving him a pat on the back. "Good to see you doing this for the treaty my boy. I approve of your sense of duty to Hell." Kane shrugged it off as this was subject he didn't want to dwell on and instead turned his attention back to Abbaddon, "This is my grandfather." He simply said as the more sociable man moved to shake the angel's hand, "I heard you promise to take good care of my grandson. I certainly hope so, and that you have patience with him and his nature. He was always the stand-offish sort. Got it from his father probably." Of course, the man wasn't aware that the couple was more alike in their level of want for attention than he suspected.