Kane knew something was off as he moved closer to the other, "What is Michael, too chicken shit to me down yourself?" He asked casually as he actually gave the angel a hard shove in the chest as he said it. "If you're so smart and powerful waving that sword around and know how to take care of me, why don't you give it your best shot? If you kill me... then it's over. If you don't, I get to eat your soul." He said with a wicked grin as his eyes glowed orange looking more demonic than Abbaddon had ever seen them look.<br/><br/>There was the worry that his husband was going to follow through and at least get in the way, which would be annoying, but Kane's recovery time for his mortal injuries was terrifying to anyone who sees it. They were better off wounding him than trying to kill him with the rate his energy put itself back together. Usually it just pissed him off the all the more and made him that much hungrier to feed. "Or is Michael the great warrior too good for a demon like me?" It would be the wrong answer considering how high a rank Kane held in Hell and was one of Lucifer's 7 knights so to speak one of his most trusted and powerful people so the challenge was warranted.