Those words were of little comfort to either Gabe or Abbaddon. However both of them knew they would just have to roll with the punches on this. Perhaps there would be a way to keep Dimitri at bay. Gabe has not given up on finding a way to break his influence over Drake.<br/><br/>~The Night of the Party~<br/><br/>If there was one thing about formal parties Abbaddon hated, it was the dress code. That on topped the list for sure. Suits were just not ideal to fight in or hide weapons. Give him cargo pants and a leather jacket any day. Hell straight up armor was more comfortable and definitely more useful. Still he knew this was serious and more than that he didn't want to embarrass his husband by looking bad. Kane was an important person in hell after all. Even if they both preferred each other in their usual attire. He adjusts his tie a bit nervously as they wait for Gabe and Drake.<br/><br/>Gabe, for his part, preferred formal robes to suits. Abbaddon couldn't get away with it given his muscular frame but they were perfect for a lithe man like the arch angel of water. His hair is perfectly in place and he has some appropriate jewelry. He looks like the regal being he is. He checks the mirror one more time before looking at Drake. "Last chance, you don't have to go." He says. Gabe did, as one of the arch angels, but as of yet Drake was bound by neither heaven nor hell.