Camael shrugged. "It is a nice tune," she admitted, though her lips were still curled down into a snarl at the mesh of bodies that surrounded them. The sinners in her midst continued to move to the music, pushing her closer and closer towards Abaddon. One thing she was thankful for at the moment was that the demon kept his hands to himself, not daring to touch her in the salacious manner that the humans promoted. Huh, maybe the demon wasn't all that bad. Camael smirked, shifting slightly closer. "I don't think you're ready for that, demon."

That word, acting as a metaphorical bucket of ice on Camael, caused her eyes to widen and for her to attempt a step back, only to find that there wasn't much room to distance herself from the man. She was caught.