"Aren't you cold?" It came quickly enough at the look he received when he tossed the man the blanket. "It's just a blanket. Unless you want a towel?" He crooked a brow up at the man. Nixen were as foreign to him as a vegetarian diet was to Roxy. Abel tried his best to keep his power under wraps without using it to determine what the man was feeling in regards to the situation. It was projected inwardly to reign in his own annoyance at the third interruption of their day. Thankfully for them all, he was competent at keeping the visual thoughts sliding around in the darker recess of his mind from being spied on or leaked out.
When she said he wanted to know if Erick wanted a glass of wine the face he made was as apathetic as possible. Proof he was minding his manners more than most would have understood. He was carefully vague about things in the company of strangers or those not close to him. Abel had gone from the man willing to be oversexed by her to the old coven leader of before: distant, observant, and unlikely to loosen up even with a shot of alcohol. "If we're going to start drinking, why don't we crack open that?" His backward lean into the couch said clearly he was pouting to her, but it was so effortless as his face shifted, a profile view to her, to the table where the whiskey sat. If she was as subtle as a shotgun, he wasn't making it any better with the suggestion that might as well get all of it out of the way now. One random strange vampire and a Nixen, he was waiting for the next oddity to show up.