Abbaddon immidiately wanted to ask Kane why he stopped playing, but his own words turned around on him stung a lot more than the demon had likely intended. He knew the moment he asked it would open him up to being questioned about why he no longer painted. So instead of pushing like he normally would, he chickened out and looked down at his plate to eat, face getting a bit red with shame. Kane would probably laugh if he knew why Abbaddon stopped painting. He couldn't... he couldn't let the demon find out about that.<br/><br/>Reake instantly regretted bringing it up. He'd hoped Abbaddon had time to heal from that since they hadn't spoken of it in... centuries. Apparently it was still upsetting to his younger brother. He'd even brought some of the man's art along, though he wondered if Kane had been told that the lovely paintings on the walls had all been done by Abbaddon. Masterful work really, the ones on the walls mostly of nature. He'd left some more personal paintings and the supplies in one of the spare rooms but Abbaddon hadn't toched them.<br/><br/>Michael desperately looks for a change of subject and his eyes land on Iris. "So I hear you are doing great things in hell. Do you enjoy your work?" He asks the young woman. She had been rather quiet after all.