"All those extra bedrooms, have to do something with them. Why not turn them into storage areas to show off the great kills I made to prove my love? Brilliant. This is why you're the business mogul and why I'm the one who was barely able to afford her new motorcycle." it would be amusing though, if only to see how irritated Thomas got. She loved Tom-cat as she called him, and he loved her occasionally, but he always seemed to want to prove that Abel cared more for him. Any cat-like show of affection was bound to drive the cat up the wall.
She shot him a look, "Well that's my work uniform, I don't wear my work uniform to clubs. I'm not a fan of skirts or dresses anyway. If I get in free anywhere it's because I slipped in or I charmed my way in. I only objectify myself when I'm trying to earn a big tip." She wrinkled her nose at his mention of zombies. "Yuck, do you know how bad living humans smell? I don't want to think about zombies. That would put me off my steak right there and I'm usually very hard to gross out."