Abbaddon nods as he munches on his breakfast, taking in what the demon was saying about sex. "Oh so people have sex whenever they want then? That makes more sense." He polishes off his burrito and drinks his own milk. "Well you tell me when you want sex, and we will do it." He says with a nod.  He smiles.<br/><br/>Their days after that pretty well followed the same routine. Abbaddon would wake Kane up with a decent breakfast in bed, though he was not a great chef. He would straighten up the house then go into his weapons and training room for a couple hours. When he came out he would make lunch. Then he would meditate and try to hang out with Abbaddon until he made dinner. Then they would eat, and clean up and go to bed with one another. Still... Kane showed no sexual interest in him.<br/><br/>Abbaddon was beginning to get slightly worried about that after about two weeks. One morning though he is awoken early by a feeling in his gut and climbs out of bed. He goes over to his jacket pocket and pulls out his noteboom to see a new name at the top of his list. Knowing his orders, he quietly grabs his clothes and gear. He scribbles a note to Kane and leaves it in the kitchen. Then he leaves off on his hunt. Unfortunately, the door closing blows his note under the table.<br/><br/>For the first time in two weeks Kane would wake up cold, alone, and with no breakfast.