Abbaddon laughed at the comment about him being a housewife. "Why not? That Martha Stewart lady is pretty amazing despite her sins." He says. Maybe he had gotten drunk off beer earlier in the week and watched a few of her shows. It was how he had gotten his ideas for the new dinner menus. "Do you want me to be your housewife Kane? I can do that in between hunts." He says with a broad smile. Truthfully Abbaddon had been filling his time with this since the amount of hunts he went on had dropped off sharply with the end of the war. usually he'd had no more than time to heal before he was sent out on his next mission. Now his life revolved around Kane, and so did all that extra energy.<br/><br/>"Sorry I haven't been around or as attentive in the past few days, I was feeling a bit down. I hop e I can make it up to you." He says. Oh did he have plans for that. With the lovely sapphire corset on under his t-shirt and the massage oils he had purchased waiting in the bedroom. Reake may have taught him massage to prevent muscle cramping and improve blood flow to injuries, but he is well aware it has more sensual purposes as well. When Kane is done eating, he pulls out hte cheese cake for dessert.