It was the first time in a long time that Abby had been surprised and she suddenly stopped walking and turned her body completely to his. He was practically her leader with a position like that, after all, she was just a lowly black eyes demon, not very high up on the hierarchy of Hell. "Then I suppose you're my master," the woman told him, her lips parting, eyes returning to their normal blue quickly, focus flickering across his face. "Is there any way I could serve you?"
Usually Abby wouldn't be so submissive like this, but she was very aware of her place and she didn't desire to make Damien angry in anyway. She'd give him just about anything if he wanted.