Reake wasn't exactly certain how to take this individual. They were clearly a voice in Kane's head, but also seemed to be a person. A person that must have been very important to Kane. It sounded like they were lovers but also more like friends. It came off as strange in general but he supposed Drake was there during a very strange time in Kane's life. "I would love a tour if you have the time." Reake says gently, wondering what information he could glean from Drake. "So you said you were with him after his wife died, that must have been a very difficult time for him..." The angel prods. He isn't going to get anywhere without effort after all. Walking along among the gravestones he also wonders what drew Kane to work at a graveyard of all places. He supposes it is quiet and peaceful though, might be good for a troubled soul.<br/><br/>________________<br/><br/><br/>Abbaddon blushed at the compliments even more but it sort of felt good too. If Ashton thought he looked good then Kane probably would as well right? He turns around and looks in the mirror and he had to admit that the saleswoman was correct about the color. When Ashton shamelessly walks toward him in heelsnit helps him to relax a bit. He nods along to what the man says about rolling his hips. "Alright, I think I can manage that." He says. His first few steps are a bit awkward but after that he sort of gets the hang on it, getting more and more confident. Abbaddon was naturally quite graceful and that helped quite a bit. After a few minutes he looked comfortable. The sway in his hips a bit more natural than one would expect for a beginner. "How's that?" He asks Ashton, hoping to look graceful and not a like a fawn trying to learn to walk. Naturally improvement would merely take more practice. One cannot master heels overnight