Abaddon raised a slightly shaking hand to his chin and wiped away the blood before turning back to Camael with a thin smile. "I'm perfectly fine. I'm surprised that you care," He put on his jacket, which had been hanging over his shoulder, and straightened his tie. "So, even demons are worthy of compassion, hmm? That's quite admirable, given the circumstances."

He stepped closer to her in a respectively short manner, his arms remaining by his side in a show of peace. "As I was saying, Camael, I simply enjoy your company. I think it would be quite something to watch the world burn with you," Abaddon's smile grew. "And, I think you're not entirely opposed to my company, either, despite your vehement display."