Abaddon had noticed the human with the pierced nose standing outside of his room for some time now.
He just decided not to do anything about it because he sensed the person had no intention of coming in or disturbing him.
"Something we can do for you?"
The young man Clay had referred to as Isaac was leaning against the wall with his arms folded—hardly the pinnacle of what the gods would call respectful posture.
"Gramps said I'm supposed to attend to you. Help you get where you need to go, get your hands on whatever you need. That kinda thing."
Abaddon would have laughed at the notion if he couldn't tell the young man was deadly serious.
"You'll find I'm rarely in need of an attendant." Abaddon admitted.
'Yeah, and I'm rarely in the mood to play servant, but it looks like we'll both be doing useless shit today.' Isaac thought.
He was completely unaware that Bekka and Abaddon could hear his thoughts like they were spoken out loud.
