Michael took down several more notes about the forcefield he had seen and possible instructors for Ryan. He would need to be careful about who he picked given the recent attacks and hostilities. He might speak to Kane as well and see if the demon knew of anyone that could be trusted to help train Ryan in this. He doubted it, but he wanted to explore all of their options.<br/><br/>Focused as he was the question seemed to surprise the angel. It was not really one he had expected. "What? Yes of course. Excellent Milo. We need to focus on the nephilim right now and get them trained up. Do keep this to yourself though, I'm sure you are aware of the recent tensions. We do not need to put a target on Ryan's back. Also I am promoting you and giving you a top secret assignment. I need you to find the other nephilim, the ones we don't know about. We can discuss that later though." He says almost nonchallantly.<br/><br/><(^·^)><br/><br/>Abbaddon had gotten up early and slipped out of bed while Kane was sleeping. He couldn't risk his husband seeing what he had to do this morning. He ached all over from their passionate lovemaking the night before. It would have to last him a while. Once he was closeted away by himself he went through the ritual mortification of the flesh. By the end of it he was aching in the bad way, not the good way. The lashes hurt, but nothing he couldn't handle.<br/><br/>Afterward he washed up and pulled on a thick shirt. It would be more liquids like tea and water today. He smiles when he sees Kane in the kitchen. "Morning husband! I got up for some training this morning. Would you like me to make you some breakfast?" He asks.