Ashton offered a nod to the twins, it wasn’t like he was going to fix the situation for Kane, heck, this change of pace might be good for the demon who was so prone to bounds of depression that left him crippled for long periods of time that he spent all his energy on trying to avoid it by distracting himself. “Hi there, I’m Ashton, 2nd son of Lucifer.” He added with a grin and a wave to the twins. “Well, it’s time to go and wrap it up here. You’re looking dapper enough to present and I gotta hand you off to Mikey so he can walk you proper.” He winked as Abbaddon as he moved to usher him out the room straightening his clothes the best he could and he figured it was good enough.<br/><br/>Kane nodded to the angel, “Let’s go carry out my sentencing.” He offered meaning it to sound like a playful sarcasm but he wasn’t sure it landed. Everyone had been playing this game of keeping them apart and not seeing each other, even though Kane wondered if that superstition still applied to two grooms who didn’t have a wedding dress between them. The event was set up in an outdoor space framed with an archway as a group of elders from both sides stood at the end of the aisle and they were going to conduct the joining. Ashton joined Kane to walk him with Michael tasked with doing so for Abbaddon. “You look so fuckable right now.” Ashton growled with a laugh and Kane rolled his eyes but cracked a half smile at the others antics.<br/><br/>He hadn’t really put thought into any fucking at this point, unaware of the advice his husband had just been given on the subject and he wondered if the other knew what parts went where or if a boner was involved. Angels baffled him all the time when it came to such things and their denial of their needs and biology. He had been distracted enough with these thoughts that he somehow ended up at the end of the walkway without even realizing it as he came face to face with the man he was about to bound to. He looked surprisingly good... and Kane found a spike of anxiety kick up out of nowhere even if he kept repeating that this wasn’t real and play pretend. It was something about the very... focused... way that Abbaddon was looking at him.