Abbaddon is blissfully unaware of his husband's internal struggle as he goes about cleaning himself up and tending to his body. The hot water was brutal on his back, but he managed to get himself clean. The steamy water, burning soap, and brutal scrubbing took a toll on his pain tolerance. Once he got out he applied some cream and gently rubbed it in. He ached, but the cream was soothing. He knew he would heal up just fine. He was just getting dressed when he heard the tug on the door. It was a good thing he locked it honestly.<br/><br/>He quickly pulled his clothes back on, wearing an under and over shirt today instead of his usual bare chested approach to life. He opens the door and smiles at his husband. "Sorry dear, must have locked it by mistake." He says, but he is not a very good lair, as previously established. He slips out the door and leaves it to Kane. "The bathroom is all yours if you want to shower..." He says.<br/><br/>~°~°~<br/><br/>Gabe followed Drake around and watched him weasel his way into anywhere he wanted, be it with money or charm. He seemed to have both in spades. The angel was equally amused by the hotels and their overdone themes. Oftentimes the imagination far exceeded reality. Though had those ancient civilizations been able, he imagined they would have built things like this as well. Humans always changed things, but they themselves remained the same.<br/><br/>By the time they got back to the hotel it was close to midday. This town seemed to rather die in the morning hours, all about that night life. The angel was more than happy to slip out of his suit and join Drake in the Jacuzzi wearing nothing but his smile. "Thank you." He says softly as he takes the glass of champagne. "It is an interesting place. You seem to love it dearly." He settles into the water with a hum of satisfaction. It was so dry here, it was nice to soak a bit.