Kane’s orange eyes looked almost like they were glowing with the moonlight bouncing off of them and in the moment the demon looked like his defenses were down. He felt worn thin by the day making his normally prickly self as soft as it tended to get in these moments. The ample amount of drinks also helped ease some of the tension out of him. “I like quiet.” He added after a moment, “When I was very young, very young by demon standards and before I really knew much about my fate and my bloodline I worked on earth. I worked in a graveyard burying bodies and taking care of the place and I think that silence seeped into my bones.” He added thoughtfully as his mind always spun that thought around. He had always been around death, searched for it, longed for it, and yet it eluded him. Shaking off that morbid thinking he turned his attention back to the angel tossing the cigarette over the rails.<br/><br/>“Let’s go to the house that you keep rambling on about. I think your brother has talked my ear off about it already I want to be able to fill in the blanks. Makes me glad I was an only child, no offense.” He added figuring that Abbaddon had sensed some of the tension that had been there and Kane was feeling in an honest mood. Even a chatty one for his normally distant self. “So you bought this house.... you got married.” He listed off the points of action like he wasn’t along for this ride as well and maybe it was the mental distance he created for himself. “What exactly do you intend to do now? Mr. Badass-angel with a kill list?” He asked curious about what Abbaddon life plan was going to be. “And if you say ‘be a good husband’ one more time I swear....” He cut himself off before he could think up a good threat, “I swear it’s not enough of a plan.”