Abaddon gripped her hand lightly and pulled her marginally closer, not wanting to upset her when she just seemed to be becoming more relaxed with him. Not that he thought she should be relaxed around him; quite the opposite, in fact. Given the chance, he would be her downfall. Placing his other hand on her hip, the others seemed to take this as a signal to make room for them. A constantly moving circle was formed around the two opposites as Abaddon slowly waltzed with Camael. He almost laughed at the thought of how it must look and the reactions that would be provoked on either of their sides. Angels with angels, demons with demons. That was how it was meant to be.

He was never much one for rules.