Abaddon felt her respond, much to his surprise. He had expected her to pull away, to slap him across the face. It seemed as if this clean slate was already affording him things he couldn't even dream of as a demon. Sure, he could take whoever he wanted in that form, but it was meaningless and hollow. He had rarely had the urge beforehand. This was something worth the pain he had endured; he would have fallen for this, had it been offered.

He broke away after a few moments and looked at Camael, his smile warranting his next words null and void. "Sorry about that." He breathed.