The invite was an order and Kane knew it too. A part of him wanted to burn the thing and say 'fuck it' and not show. "What's the worst they could do if we don't show up to this thing?" He asked Abbaddon for despite the smile he plastered on for the demon his husband was not fooled. Kane wasn't exactly delighted by the prospect either. "The treaty was signed and sealed. If they need proof let them run tours by the house." He added gesturing outside the window but not really meaning just more frustrated at being at the beck and call over something so dumb that he would have to tolerate.<br/><br/>His reputation amongst the demons varied due to his mixed blood birth but demons were suckers for power and even basking in the shadows of someone who was made them often discard his other defects and try to kiss up to his regardless. It didn't mean that they could be trusted in the slightest. That and he was reminded that he hadn't seen Iris, his daughter, since the start of the whole thing but he figured she was doing something important politically and saving Hell somewhere so he hadn't bothered to reach out. She certainly wasn't waiting for a phone call that she wanted when she was a little girl and he wasn't there for her. Iris had long ago moved on with her life and was a force to be reckoned with. Honestly, Kane considered her a better demon than he ever made one and expected her to be possible the new bride to Eden whenever that happened. She would do just about anything to get ahead.<br/><br/>Being shoved the food he didn't want Abbaddon to upgrade to spoon feeding him with airplane noises so he did it himself instead, taking a few bites here and there more distracted in thought about how to avoid this social function than tasting anything. And really if he wanted to enjoy flavors properly again he would have to stop smoking 2 packs a day.