Watching the other fumbling almost prompted him into action but Kane sat anchored at the breakfast bar just looking on and feeling himself tensing and relaxing with every action. He managed a half smile to the man who was so excited about burritos. A part of him wondered if he offered Abbaddon food if he would never leave him be marriage or not. The angel was certainly strange, more akin to a golden retriever who was eager to please and easy to appease so he couldn't understand how anyone could find him threatening now that they were sitting in the kitchen like this. He kept his hand around the glass of milk letting the coolness seep into his skin as he wondered this and was shaken out of his train of thought.<br/><br/>He responded with the first thought that entered his brain which was, "If people say that someone only has sex at night than they must have a very boring and limited life." That idea was humorous in itself but he sobered a little at the realization that the angel was applying it to them. "Well... we don't have to. It varies for couples I guess. If people desire it they can do it whenever and where ever but there is no prescribed amount." He kept it vague in the hopes of giving himself an out. Sure, it was maybe a touch manipulative and yet, all the same, he couldn't bring himself to tell the full truth either.