Camael cleared her throat, ducking her head in an attempt to hide her still heated cheeks. Somehow, the book's words added with Abaddon's gave her a mental image of his doing the most sinful acts of skinship. The thought made her cheeks redden even more. "I-I'm sure you do," she sputtered out. Honestly, why was she being so flustered? Still, she couldn't look up at Abaddon lest the images return full force.