Abbaddon smiled, thinking perhaps he got through to Kane. He kisses the man once more between the shoulderblades and steps away so he can get ready. He moves into the closet to look through his own clothing, discarding the towel around his waist and hair without a second thought. The silvery mass came tumbling down his back but did luttle to hide his sculpted body. He picks through the clothing looking for something acceptably 'formal'.<br/><br/>He laughs a bit about the wedding. "Well you were very handsome in your tux, even more so with a gun though..." He says with a wicked grin. "Leaving you no room for weapons was intentional. He fricked me before he let me out of the dressing room. Something about a show of bad faith to bring weapons to your own wedding..." Abbaddon saus with a sigh, as though he believed his friend was being completely unreasonable.