Abaddon gave a throaty laugh, the sound more intense than it had any right to be. He gave a slight nod in the bartender's direction when the shot was set before him. The bartender had done terrible things and the sin only gave Abaddon further life. "The children have been quite naughty, that is true," He downed the shot in between words before leaning in close again. "And scoundrel is not my name. I am Abaddon, but I prefer Abe when in this realm."