Abbaddon writes down more notes from Ashton and his siblings. "Yeah he kind reacted badly to me mentioning Father, that's why he was mad at me I think." Abbaddon scratches his head a bit.<br/><br/>Reake clucks his tongue. "Well there is always ways to ask for forgiveness, perhaps be a bit better about picking your words hm?" An ongoing issue with Abbaddon, the man simply saying the wrong thing unintentionally.<br/><br/>"Okay, so be me, have sex with him, and don't talk about Father." Abbaddon repeats the lesson. At lest the primary take away points anyway.<br/><br/>Reake laughs but hugs his brother again. "You'll do fine." He assures his brother.<br/><br/>Dercass scoffs at Ashton and eats another doughnut. Abbaddon smiles and takes another one too but he certainly doesn't seem to mind sharing. She helps him to tuck into the rest of his suit.<br/><br/>Reake turns to Ashton with a touch of a strained smile. "Pardon out manners. I am reake and this is my twin Dercass. We are Abbaddon's older siblings." He says.<br/><br/>Michael finishes sewing up the piece and has Kane try it on. It fit like a glove now. "Perfect." He mumbles to himself more than anything. "Well perhaps you will here on out. Abbaddon has a fondness for human cuisine." He says with a slight smile. He shakes his head at Kane's assessment. "It is actually fairly difficult to make the man miserable. I should hope you won't be trying to Kane. What will be will be I suppose though. I think you are all ready." The angel smooths the coat and the pocket square before donning his own jacket once more. "Shall we then?" He asks.