Her suddenness in dropping her forehead to the table had his hand quickly yanking the plate away from her trajectory and the tumble of red hair cascading around it. He was still rearranging items on the table to keep her hair from being molested by the bloody raw steak, the ketchup of his friends, the grease each of the plates must have had to make them so sticky, and all the condensation of their drinks.
It was a battle he could handle quick enough, the meticulous side of him showing. "Apparently, I am more amusing than I realized." He gently placed the milkshake glass out of her reach without more than a soft clink of it touching the table. Abel wasn't against the habit of sliding his thumb between his lips to clean off the sugary dessert that stained it. "Do I presume appropriately you can breathe now?" A bland smile given to her, tamed by the remarks about how sheltered he was and if he had honestly seen a real hooker. His class had a higher caliber of prostitute capable of working within his society without being rebuked. Honestly, he took her for the nicer sort, but he was more into being given her company over dinner at the onset as a much needed distraction. "Or do you need the Heimlich now?"
When he said it the question slid off his tongue with a honey coated enticement coupled with a slant of his head to the side, as if it was an invitation for more.