Lifting a shoulder, Abby grinned a little, "Less than yours I guess, cupcake." Laughing she shook her head, "Oh yeah, I like to call you snookums." She waggled her brows at him, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked at him.
"Oh come on King, you'll get touched more." She smirked, "You'll be worshipped, adored and the most wanted. And...ew." Shaking her head she rolled her eyes at him. "You know, I should really worry about how many you've been with. Dog." Snorting she looked at him, "You've seriously got to do more than supervise. Cause you'll try to distract all the pretty girls decorating and they'll fall off the ladders and break their necks. I know you."
Giggling she reached out and patted his cheek, "Oh but I didn't hear you complaining while you got it. Or denying wanting more." Her tone had taken on a childish one, or more like a mother talking to a stupid dog. She eyed his hand for a moment, smirking she took it, giving it a good shake. "Yeah we'll see who's the better whore?" What had she just gotten herself into?
"Well, if I found something bigger and badder than that then I'd definitely be keeping them now wouldn't I?" Smirking a little she debated on whether or not she could make it to him before he shut the door in her face. He really needed a good smack for that one. "It's sad that you have to compare yourself to a hotdog." Canting her head to the side, "I'm guessing uncooked and not ball park brand right?" Smirking she raised a brow, so maybe her words could be as good as a smack. "Of course I have to care for my little Hotdog."