Camael stiffened at Abaddon's words and her fists gripped the edge of the bar to keep from lunging towards the demon. She watched as he moved towards the group, involving himself in whatever they had to say. He was right, they were damned... But, Camael felt it. Amidst the group was a kind soul; a young lady who seemed for all the world like she didn't want to be there. Peer pressure, Camael guessed correctly. She couldn't let Abaddon further corrupt the young lady's soul. She could still be saved, taken away from this vile place before the demons feasted upon her soul. Oh, she could just imagine the chaos Abaddon could do. She had to stop him, even if it meant luring him away with a dance. She sighed and gathered up her courage.

She stood and slid through the sweaty bodies, cringing at the disgusting manners of these pesky humans. It didn't take long before she reached them and saw the light that the young lady produced. A lily among the thorns. And the biggest thorn of all was sat right there. "Abe," Camael called through gritted teeth, "A word, please."