"Of course you don't. You gloat about it." Abigail raised a brow at him and shook her head. "Nothing about you is normal, King." She muttered, crossing her arms over her chest as she suddenly felt a little naked with his gaze piercing her like that. He always found a way to do that. Her eyes narrowed at him, her lips slightly parted and her fingers twitched on her arms. "...King..." She warned quietly.
Lifting a shoulder she shook her head, "Gods or not, everything can be killed right?" She smiled at him, reaching up and rubbing her hand over his hair as if he was some puppy. A great big puppy that was taller than her, but puppy nonetheless. She giggled, imagining him land in the fountin in...nothing but pajama pants. Speaking of bunnies...she shook her head to clear that thought. "So, everything we left at home is here? How?" She glanced back at the fountain, it certainly hadn't come through there. Had it? Why were the 'gods' making them so comfortable.
As King described someone that gave him an off vibe, Abby turned serious for a moment. "Bad vibe or do you think it's just that...she's...got fangs elsewhere that you like so well?" Not that she didn't believe King. She trusted his instincts, it was just there were usually too reasons that he felt his vibe. One was vampire, the other one of those women that would tie him up and make him like it. Part of Abby hoped for vampire, and she smirked slightly.
"You wouldn't be able to keep your hands to yourself if I allowed you to watch. Spoil half the fun I would have." Abby turned her head and made a face, trying not to let the shudder go through her body. Abigail had a fairly visual imagination, and what she was talking about with King wasn't helping her out any.
As King moved away after her little exploration, she narrowed her eyes at him. He was up to something. She just had to figure it out. Canting her head to the side she glanced at what was in his hands. "You think a key and a folded piece of paper will take me out better?" She smirked at him, watching his body language, keeping on her toes. "Make me, King." She teased, stretching her arm out and waving him forward.