At least she didn't giggle or purr this time, but she did give him a smile in return for his. His was a weapon just as surely as his magic could be and she knew he used it just as well. It worked on her, usually as a distraction or incentive to do whatever it was he wanted, often followed by a kiss or her favorite flavor of lollipop. It was an obvious manipulation but as he did not work very hard to hide what it was she did not work very hard to be upset by it. So far he had meant well with it all, in his case she took intentions into account instead of just actions as she was more than willing to forgive him for most things, and in the end she usually found a way to get what she wanted anyway. His current lack of subtlety didn't bother her all that much either, she even gave him a smirk when he trapped one of her legs. They both knew it wouldn't slow her down if she wanted to bolt, but in doing so she would likely have to hurt Abel, something she hoped they both knew she wouldn't willingly do. He would be able to heal himself with little trouble but Roxy living with herself after would be a great deal more difficult. "You are the worst footsie player ever." she muttered around her cigarette as she pushed her sunglasses back up.
When Andrew arrived she couldn't help herself from looking past him, checking for suits. She wasn't at all surprised when she didn't spot any, likely with Aegis, as it had been with the cartel back in Mexico, their agents were well enough trained to keep themselves concealed in plain sight until they were needed. She took a long, slow drag from her cigarette, trying not to think of the stories that were going around of shifters being taken by Aegis and never seen again, as well as trying very hard not to let herself become annoyed with her boyfriend. Sure, she admitted to having a hair-trigger sometimes but she wasn't stupid enough to make a show of herself in public, especially not in front of Aegis agents. Any organization with the power to make people disappear put her on edge, as did the faint scent of silver that for all she knew could have been bullets in any number of the handguns in the area.
Exhaling through her nose she finally pulled her sunglasses off, folded them and set them down on the table, "Bruce Banner, Doctor Strange and the Hasselhoff version of Nick Fury walk into a bar..." Given that Abel was worried she would 'hulk-out' she found the joke somewhat perfect, though it was hard for her not to follow that up with a 'fuck Marvel' remark, and then something about the not so great issues of DC's new 52. In fact she took another drag to keep herself from saying anything further for the moment.