Abel didn't feel it necessary to remind Mr. Moreau that the women had been in Aegis when they initially started their little rebellious trip to the Tavern that day. The man was welcome to whatever misconceptions he wanted to entertain about why he went to the effort of securing this little meeting. Roxy was, surprisingly (and he really owed her some credit), handling it far better than he hoped.
"She won't be visiting with Miss Moreau. I want her kept as far from us as possible and I have arranged such with Mr. Lyonel." Which efficiently meant Kaylee Moreau was cut out of the Haskel Prince's life unless she tried to start something with Roxy or (so his goddess help him) unless Roxy went to pursue the younger Moreau. The words were as clipped as Mr. Moreau's earlier response to him at the beginning of the disaster unwinding. Abel's hand slid from the table to tumble soft fingertips over the hand pressing over his leg, a thumb brushing the back of her hand as he retracted his limbs from hers. Acquiescing even as he dropped the hand propping his face to lean over and kiss the side of her cheek.
"You can take the car, east of here is empty forests, no witches, no wizards, just plenty of trees and wild animals." A soft murmur for her ears alone. It was warm, inviting, lacking any of the soothing calm he was known to inspire whenever people grew agitated. Abel promised not to use magic on her in such ways that tampered with her moods, but she had to work with him about controlling her own when it came to those that resulted in aggressive violence.
With an act of magic, when his hand retracted from hers to pass over his pocket, the keys were softly nudged into her hand. "I'll find a ride home with the coven," one last lingering brush of his lips over her temple before he drew back. It was everything a woman usually wanted, the affectionate gestures coupled with the silky tone of voice mired in concern for her. Abel was genuinely entranced by the shape shifter who bonded with his familiar, Thomas. He would wait to see if Roxy left towards the car or on this 'walk' she required only to get up himself.
"I think we're done here, pleasure as always, Mr. Moreau." Killing people with kindness, it'd always been Abel Haskel's way. He adjusted his coat with no outwardly sign of anything amiss then tucked his hands into those pockets ready to make his way off towards one of the many practitioners in the background for a ride to the ferry.