Iris may be used to sharp tongued demons that give back as good as they got and had thick skin. Abbaddon was not one of those, not to people he cared for and Iris had made that exclusive group by virtue of the fact that Kane clearly loved her. He could ignore the words and opinions that didn't matter to him, but that was not the case with her. When she wisps away he is surprised, but when she says those biting words he looks like a kicked puppy and backs off. "I'm sorry Iris, I won't touch you if you don't want me to. I didn't mean to upset you." It seemed like he was saying sorry an awful lot these days. He's feeling more and more like a screwup.<br/><br/>He visibly flinches when she calls him a mutt, a pet. They all called him that. The demons too it would seem. For the first time he wonders if that is true. Maybe that is the reason they sent him off to be with Kane, because the demon could handle him. He shrinks back and says nothing.<br/><br/>Michael had followed Kane and caught on to who this was pretty quick. It didn't matter though. This may be Kane's daughter but he won't let anyone treat his best friend that way, especially not when Abbaddon is not standing up for himself. "Well Miss Rude you can take your ideas and shove them. I see how you treat people who are nothing but kind to you." Michael sneers and grabs Abbaddon by the shoulders. "Let's go talk." He says to his friend softly, he shoots one last dirty look at both Kane and Iris though.