"Roxanna," he sighed, the sound of her name as it rolled out made it sound exotic. The voice was low and deep, meant for her ears alone, as he leaned forward with an elbow on the table. Some of his fingers splayed over the edge of it with the others laid out against the surface. "Try to be good, kitten, or I'll start to doubt your lack of sincerity when you say you'll bite me. I am human too." His other hand reached out across the table to tap her glasses. Ridiculous lenses, but she had squealed about them and it was hard to resist purchasing anything she was enthusiastic over. Abel understood why she remained rather quite in the car ride and her indulgence with the smoke rings was one more facade to mask her own growing tension. They were both anxious about meeting Mr. Moreau after such a lapse in contact. Mr. Lyonel had passed along his message to Miss Wyndel months ago, but now that they were ready, she was ready, to meet with him, Abel had called himself.
It was supposed to be simple. She meet with Andrew, prove she could abstain from ripping into him physically, get whatever it was off her chest about the set up months ago that had her caged within Aegis and they could live their lives in peace, not pieces. "I don't believe you," he murmured to her in contradiction of her semi-promise not to purr. He was good humored enough to grant her wish as his features shifted to flash her one of those devastatingly handsome smiles that literally curled her toes a time or two. "There now," smoothly shifting back into his chair besides her with legs stretched to tangle one up in hers. There were reasons for the things he did, such as impeding her limbs since the other chair available to them was right across from her. Abel did it on purpose. Either Roxy could contain her aggression or she couldn't, but Abel would find out soon enough and he hadn't any worry about her safety. Mr. Lyonel promised the coven would intercede only if she turned violent, and even at that, it was Abel's task to get her under control while they retrieved Mr. Moreau to a safer distance. Mostly though, everyone presumed the Hunter could take care of himself with a shifter, therefore it would only come to terms that they'd appear if Andrew was quite literally in danger.
Something about Miss Wyndel not wanting the coven to impede his own choices; they were only permitted to intercede if the worst was to happen, such as Roxy getting her hands on him. Otherwise, everyone could concede to Mr. Moreau's own abilities to protect himself. No one wanted to overdo the coddling as they did with Miss Wyndel, who was taking liberties of her own lately by crossing the Veil of late.