Abbaddon had started to get up, only to fall back on his butt when they are suddenly back at their human home. "You are going to make me something? Oh Kane how sweet of you!" The angel says excitedly. The demon had not shown many gestures of affection to Abbaddon since their wedding and the angel appriciated each one greatly. He would offer to help but something in the man's tone and demeanor said that he shouldn't interfere. "Let me know if I can help!" He chirps as Kane walks out of the room.<br/><br/>Once his husband is gone, the aches and pains in his body quickly settle over him. With all he did yesterday it was no small wonder. He gets out of bed and takes a hot shower, washing hisnlong hair and soothing the pain in his abused muscles, particularly hos hips. He walks back out with a towel wrapped around his hair and his hips. He heads for the closet only to step on a letter. Picking it up, it is addressed to him and Kane, so he opens and reads it.<br/><br/>Apparently the two of them are invited to a mixer this evening as a part of the efforts to ease tensions between the elite of heaven and hell. All the major player would be there. Abbaddon hated mixers, but he knew he would be expected to go. He is sitting on the bed in his towel with a scrunched face when Kane comes back with the food.