Gabe shakes his head at that response from Kane. Honestly he would love to see that fight, so long as it was good-natured. Otherwise it would probably leave Abbaddon in a bad place emotionally, his soul mate battling his husband. "Don't worry too much, I assure you those bastards will not be getting away with singling Ab out. Michael will rip them a new one, and I will be right behind him. The council may like to think they are in charge, but honestly they were just formed to keep up with more mundane regular duties while we arch angels were fighting the war." They had been trying for years to usurp Michael's authority and the arch angel of fire simply hadn't had the time to properly deal with them while being up to his armpits in blood.<br/><br/>Gabe cups Drake's face in his hands. "You my dear they will not like. If they come at you, you tell me at once. The arch angels are the ultimate authority in heaven aside Father himself. They have no grounds to punish you, but they might try. You have my every permission to tell them to fuck off, and if they touch you, I will smite their very souls out of existence." Heather had been quite fond of reminding the council that they had no authority over her. He leans down and kisses his vampire on the forehead.<br/><br/>With that taken care of he figures it is about time to feed Drake, given what the man said, his preferences are clear. He picks Drake up and has a seat with the vampire in his lap. He drops the shoulder of his robe and tilts his head to the side and back, baring his neck and urging Drake forward, gently, with his hands in his hair. "Drink up my love." He says so easily. Gabe didn't have any issue expressing how he felt either, though he was not generally so blatant about his emotions as Drake tended to be.