Abbaddon fairly beams at Kane's assessment of his work. He would be able to make a lovely painting from this sketch he is certain. He carefully tucks the drawing away to put to good use later and snuggles up to his husband, wrapping his arms around his demon and laying his head on his shoulder. Kane just had the best presense about him. Ab loved to be near him. He smelled so wonderful and was both soft and firm. The angel smiles to homself as he feels that Kane has put on just a little bit of weight. Hardly noticeable, nut at least the man was no longer anorexic.<br/><br/>He backed off a bit and looked up at Kane when the man started talking about the piano. He nods and listens to what his husband has to say. "I see..." He says, rather saddened that his husband's drive for music had vanished. "Well, of you ever hear it again, I would love to hear it as well." He says as he pushes Kane's hair out of his face. Then something dawns on him. "Aw nuts! I forgot lunch!" He says as he hurries out, thinking the casserole is probably burnt to a crisp by now.