Abbaddon looks back at Kane hen he suggests help. The angel is unaware his husband is so very fond of his hair. He roughly grabs it to look at with a sigh. "Yeah it gets pretty bad when I forget to put it up. I almost always have to chop it off after a fight. No matter what I do though it always grows back in just as long and thick." He says while scruntching his nose. "Nothing to be done about it I suppose." He says.<br/><br/>He smiles at the offer. "Oh, well, it is easier for someone else to tend it - if you don't mind Kane. I can get it if you don't want to..." He says sweetly, not wanting to inconvenience his husband with his troublesome mass of hair. He heads over to the dresser and pulls out a stout brush, offering it to Kane before turning and having a seat the wrong way in a chair. His hair touches the floor in that position.