So this one's feisty. Good. It would be a shame if this got boring far too quickly. He opens the fridge and pulls out two beers, then watches Abel, mildly amused as he tries to attack a bottle of vodka but ends up getting attacked by it instead. Honestly, this is the most innocent looking thing he's ever seen. Innocent and feisty. He supposes the alliance finally did their homework.
"The only fucking off we'll be doing is in the bedroom. And the shower... and this counter. The couch is nice and big. I like that wall, too." He sets the beers down and comes over, snatching the paper towel away from Abel and pours more vodka on it. He grips Abel's chin, keeping him still while he inspects the damage, then carefully presses the paper towel back against it. "I'm not a doctor, but I think you'll live."
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"The only fucking off we'll be doing is in the bedroom. And the shower... and this counter. The couch is nice and big. I like that wall, too." He sets the beers down and comes over, snatching the paper towel away from Abel and pours more vodka on it. He grips Abel's chin, keeping him still while he inspects the damage, then carefully presses the paper towel back against it. "I'm not a doctor, but I think you'll live."