When Abbaddon moved to deal with the pesky demon Iris watched with some amusement actually cracking a smile when he rushed out of the party with his tail tucked between his legs. How truly entertaining... and well deserved in her mind. When the angel turned to introduce himself she reminded herself to be patient as the man would not know much about who she was and might have assumed she was in actual trouble. "I appreciate the show but I'm not a damsel in distress by any means. If I couldn't deal with problem children like him I wouldn't make it in Hell's ranks." She had been about to conduct herself proper and about as open as her expression got with her level of formality when Abbaddon proved that he knew exactly who she was and her openness shuttered in a heartbeat.<br/><br/>"If by little girl you mean a grown woman, and by my father you mean the sperm donor that assisted my creation then yes to both I suppose. Though I wouldn't have put it quite like that." She said coldly her face and demeanor not inviting much familiarity. Even less than when she thought Abbaddon didn't know who she was. "I'm surprised he has bothered to even mention our familial relation at all as the eyes are a family trait. Syndar my great-grandfather passed on those genes. But to answer your question, yes, I am Iris." As the angel was the reason they were in peace time she made the effort to at least not pick a fight. He didn't scare her just like she wasn't scared of Kane, or Belial and his antics. "Congrats on the wedding by the way, I was told the ceremony was actually quite sweet."