Gabe could whisper to him about taxes in that time or voice and he would get turned on but the remark about his hair gave his pause. It was too short to check the strands on his own so he found himself crawling over on all fours to the infamous mirror that started it all to get a good look at himself. "Huh..." He tugged at the strands as if to make sure they were real. Not bothered by just being in black briefs his ass nicely presented as he examined his lack of facial scarring. "I do look damn cute and fuckable." He finally admitted with a smirk glancing at the angel as if daring him to do something about it.<br/><br/>--+---<br/><br/>Kane decided he needed to at least try and get his shit together. He didn't have a proper piano but digging up an electric one that mimic the sound should be enough. He moved to run his hands over the keys testing just how rusty his fingers were. No... This won't do... But he had a plan as he did some basic warm ups to get himself going. It was like pulling teeth at first, so long since any inspiration had struck him but soon enough it was like riding a bike and he would get it... Even if he had to stay up all night to nail the song.