"You are good for me in bed." He says right back, just as shamelessly. Feeling as though he should address the concern he picks out the matching purple said that says 'bad girl' on it. "There you are. We can see which pair you deserve to wear." The angel didn't even bat an eye. He has to admit, he is already having a good time himself. He'd missed the boldness, the proud way his soulmate carried themselves. He was feeling more like himself, more normal than he had in a very long time.<br/><br/>He followed Drake along, still carrying himself with refinement and dignity. As they came into the next shop he nodded his head at the tailor. "A pleasure to meet you, I am Gabriel." He introduces himself. Suits had changed a lot since his last visit down here. No matter, human fashion always changed rather quickly. This man and Drake probably knew far better what current taste was. "Your services would indeed me much appreciated." He says firmly and kindly. He loved the human artisans. They were so skilled and took such pride in what they made.<br/><br/>(>@_@<)<br/><br/>Abbaddon moaned and panted desperately as Kane worked that magical spot inside of him. He felt so full already. When Kane managed to squeeze in the fourth finger he wondered it he would burst. "Ha... so... much..." He gasped out. His body adjusted and eased, stretched as Kane worked him though. Feeling Kane strain against him, the angel focused on holding still. His husband was attempting something he could sense, but he couldn't quite wrap his mind around what that was. When Kane asked him that question he didn't hesitate to answer. "Yes... Please..." He begged. He always wanted more of Kane. Everything the demon could fit inside him or do to him. He did his very best to hold still and spread his legs as his body broke out in a fine sheen of sweat.