It was strange to see the demon in his element and not nearly as down as he tended to be. It’s like some of the light and energy came back to him as he spoke fondly of the word he put into the weapons even though some of them may never see combat. It was more the art of what he could do with them that inspired him to keep going. Feeling the angel against him in full like this in the familiarity of his room there was a comfort to it as he could smell him and feel that long hair brush against his skin. He swore the strands would be his downfall as he couldn’t seem to stay away from them.<br/><br/>His breath was against Abbaddon’s neck and he was so close he could feel the angel’s pulse kick up as they were intertwined there. “I agree. It still needs some work, the fire rate is too slow and the bullets a little too hard to craft to be practical. But it can put on a show.” He murmured and before he realized it his lips were brushing the side of the man’s neck in a teasing gesture as he moved to lay the weapon to the side making sure it couldn’t do any more damage for the moment. There was a growing sense of intimacy he got from sharing his hobby with the angel that he didn’t expect as well as an understanding he couldn’t have anticipated and somehow that had woken his dormant libido in full.