Sometimes it still shocked Kane that this is what the war had turned into. Him and a chosen angel, a killer who was a vicious hunter, having dinner by candlelight as he was showered with affections. It was surreal if he let himself think about it too long. Yet more and more he believed Abbaon when he spoke of his love and everything Kane meant for him even if he didn't understand it. Then again love wasn't a logical thing and who was he to dismiss Ab's emotions if he insisted upon them? Certainly this dinner spoke of all the effort that the man wasn't to put in.<br/><br/>The portions Kane served himself were still small as his stomach didn't feel ready to handle anything of substance from neglect and he had to be careful and eat slowly lest he feel sick. He couldn't help but offer a small chuckle at Ab's response. "Are you turning into the perfect housewife?" It was a tease really considering that the angel was still a warrior who put in so much effort into his craft and had his duties to heaven. Yet here he was cooking full meals and shopping but delighted at all of it. Kane did wonder if he would be happy with this for the long term when the 'new' shine had worn off. Heck, humans got bored, and they had a lot more time than humans did. He did allow his mind and fantasy to wander if only for a moment about things Ab and him could do together, take up training in new weapons or travel the world to be mentored.