Abbaddon is a bit surprised as the conversation turns to him. He did want to get closer to Kane's children though, they are his family now too and that was the whole point of this meal to begin with. "Oh... Uh... Well mostly I train and fight. Kane is a much better cook than me." He says sheepishly. The flattery was sort of new, he was mostly used to uneasy glances around others and whispers that followed him. Reake always poured on the affection of course, he is family.<br/><br/>Speaking of, Reake speaks up. "Oh well you know he's also a fabulous painter. So few of us up there have real artistic talent. A blessing of those with free will really. Ab has such an ability though! You should..."<br/><br/>Abbaddon clears his throat and cuts Reake off. "I don't really paint anymore." He says firmly. He looks curiously at Ryan. "Why would we have a piano?" He lools at Kane with a soft smile, "Do you play dear?" He asks his husband. He is a man of many talents it would seem. He enjoyed the idea of his husband sitting down to play for everyone. It sounded cozy and homey to him, and that is what they are going for right now.