Abbaddon worked quickly to move all the food from the kitchen to the diningroom table. He popped the cork on the wine and put it in the decanter. He set out the butter, salt, pepper, salad dressings, and other such condiments. He filled a large pitcher with ice water and set that out as well. All the cloth napkins were folded into little swans. The man had truly outdone himself. When he is finished he heads back toward the livingroom to inform everyone that dinner is waiting.<br/><br/>Michael and Reake glance at each other as the sibling speak. Something wasn't quite right it would seem. Reake gets all worried about the sweet young man in front of him and moves forward to feel his forehead. "Are you alright Ryan? Are you I'll? Injured?" He asks. He pulls out his own wings to help him tap into his abilities and they are truly breathtaking. Everything one wouls expect from an angel's wings. Soft and pillow like, glowing with a gentle holy light. Even Reake's touch spoke of grace and forgiveness. The Seraphim is everything one would expect him to be.<br/><br/>Michael coughs softly to get Reake's attention. "Reake... he's a healer as well. I don't think there is anything wrong with him." He tries to explain gently. Reake with his soft heart would not think of the discrimination and cruelty Ryan probably faced. "So which jerk do I need to run through the ringer?" He asks the young man seriously. There hadn't been a proposal for entrance in ages as far as he knew which meant someone threw out Ryan's application without passing it up the chain.