[Another hum, and another press of his thumb, rubbing slow, small circles against her through the fabric.]

I don't mind being called that at all, you know. [At least, in this sort of context because it does send pleased little notes from his brain all the way down his spine, a little recognition of who and what he is.]

But I'll give you a choice: Do you want my human name? Or my demon name?

[He's teasing, and though he does detest being called Abel, maybe this might help put that name in new light, if that's the option she chooses.]