Admittedly he had somewhat not seen that one coming, he should have, but he didn't. Heather had expressed similar intents to him. She had been right, just as Drake was right. This was the only area where Gabriel had trouble sticking to the spirit of what his Father wanted. It was so easy to hate the mortals that hard harmed the one closest to him. The ones that had damaged the most precious being in the world. The ones that did and would come between them as pieces of Drake's past haunted him and made it hard to trust Gabriel.<br/><br/>Drake is right though.<br/><br/>He saw the change in demeanor to something more soft and sultry. He knew his love didn't want to talk about this so he changed the subject back to magic. He just wants to enjoy his lover's mind for a little while. He could always enjoy his body later.<br/><br/>~°=°~<br/><br/>Abbaddon had moved outside to pick up training with Kane after breakfast. They had been interrupted by the emergency yesterday and he was looking forward to finishing - in more than one sense of the word. He had on his garters and fishnets for Kane to find when it inevitably started to lean that way.<br/><br/>He winks at his husband and was just taking a defensive stance when he felt an angel nearby, one he is not terribly familiar with. He stands up and looks around until he spots the quiet man, a bit on edge after yesterday. "Can I help you?" He asks. The name of the man on the tip of his tongue. Milo, right, his name is Milo. What was he doing here?