"Oh, certainly! My senses are greatly enhanced when experiencing direct bodily contact, you see. It should make losing you much more difficult to do. Ah! Not that I would want to under any circumstance." Abysa offers his elongated, grey-skinned hand with a smile, though Adia will have to reach up a bit to hold it.

"I wonder if your blessing will also apply to sweet little Henry... Oh, he is a lovely cat, I am sure we will meet him later. Perhaps I will bring a treat for him, that you can give. The kitchen is always stocked, as I would hate to leave any mortal tenants going hungry or thirsty. What sort of tea, or coffee, do you like? Tea is a common beverage in Hell, in addition to wine. I do try to exercise restraint when it comes to the wine, however..." Abysa chatters on as they go down one hall (was it the left, the right?), and turn a corner, and shortly turn another corner after that into what feels like many identical hallways after another. Sometimes the doors seem to be of different make, and style; some wooden and ornate, some metal and barred, some lacking a latch or knob, as if to imply each room within might be drastically different from each other.