"I've noticed something here, Sab."

He looks up from the book he's been silently reading, meeting the amused eyes of his Captain, and tilts his head in curiosity. "Noticed what?"

"You spend a lot of your free time at my side."

He sits up from his reclined position. "Is that…Is that a problem, sir?"

The Captain sits up next to him, pointing his finger at him threateningly, and the younger Power scoots away from him with a soft giggle. "One of these days you're really going to get it."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He drops his book, holding his hands up in case he tried to make in an attack, a smile started to spread over his features at the mere thought of it. "It won't happen again!"

"See that it doesn't." The elder wags his finger at him. "Or you're going to get it."

"No," the Captain settles back in his reclined position. "I don't mind having you at my side." He shakes his head. "No, what I meant was, you spend a lot of your free time by my side." He looks over at him curiously. "But I never see you spend any time with the others."

"Well," the young elect shrugs. "I don't know the others."

"You don't know the others?" The elder Power sits up again. "Have you even met Abe? He's the one who told me about you."

Sablo shakes his head. "I only ever met him when he came to watch me that one day."

Nisroc sits up straighter, looking down at him with raised eyebrows. "You mean to tell me that he chose you and never took the time to introduce himself?"

He shrugs.

"Well that's no good." He stands, reaching down to lift the smaller Power up by the scruff of his tunic. "Lets go get you introduced. He'd love to meet you. He's just had his hands full."

The younger Power stumbles forward as the taller Power pulls him, leading him through the lounge to the hall where their bedrooms were, Abraxos' room was at the end of the hall, closest to the Lounge on the outside, and across from his was Abraxas, then there was Puriel, and Titus, then his room, and across from his was Nisroc's.

His Captain knocked on the door standing ajar, pushing it open as he leaned against the doorframe, there was a body sitting at the desk that turned to greet them. He smiles kindly and stood, tossing one of the files he'd been working on to the side, standing from his chair to meet them in the doorway.

"Hey Nis, hey Sablo, what can I do for you?"

"You—You know my name?"

Abraxos raises an eyebrow as he turns to the young angel he'd elected. "Of course, I know your name. I couldn't very well have told Nis that I had picked the 'one angel over there with the short dark hair and bright blue eyes' that describes at least half the men out there." He nods lightly. "So, yes, I know your name."

"Wh—Why did you pick me?"

The other Power shrugs. "I liked what I saw."

"You liked what you saw then." Sablo starts when Nisroc comes to stand behind him, his large fingers curling around his thin wrists, raising his arms up above his head. "Give his sides a few pokes. You'll like what you see now."

"His sides, hmm?" Abraxos closes the space between them. "That's good to know." Sablo watches him with wide eyes as he makes a show of raising one finger and poking him in the side, he jolts to the side and both older Powers chuckle at his reaction. "You're right, Nis, I do like what I see now."

Their Captain smiles slightly. "How about a bit of friendly competition."

He smiles, poking the young elect in the side again, chuckling softly when he squeaks. "I'm down for a bit of friendly competition."

"I can make him squeal in sixty seconds, lets see you best that."

Abraxos laughs softly. "Oh, I'll bet you I can manage it in half that time."