Abigail waved his comments off. He could think that he was normal all he wanted to. But when he laid there alone or with a one night stand, that was when he would think of how abnormal the two of them really were. At least she did. All the Nightstalkers were odd. Their lives were far from normal. And they would never have the ability to have a normal relationship, not really. Which was all fine by her, and it was apparently fine with Hannibal. She smirked a little, if they did try to have normal lives, the stories they could tell to the 'maybe significant other' would definitely send them running the other way.
"Anything from a piece of our soul to...who knows what?" She lifted a shoulder, "Our bodies." She eyed him then rolled her eyes, "Well mine since it's seen a little less use." She smirked a little, canting her head to the side as she looked at him and raising a brow. She nodded as he told her that security was in the rooms. Now all they needed to do was learn this place like the back of their hands and get to know the people. "Yeah, maybe." She said quietly then chuckled and punched him lightly in the arm.
Abigail stared at him, "She was in a towel and you didn't step up to her?" She reached out and felt of his forehead, "You don't feel like you've got a fever." She studied him, then another smirk played over her lips. "Must've been the wrong vibe. Guess we'll get to go hunting one night after all."
She rolled her eyes, "You could've got someone else to do it, genius." Abigail followed him, smirking as she could get him now. He had completely forgot about it all. She would wait, she was wanting to know why she was in his room as well. Raising a brow as he made it to his door she looked over his shoulder as he unlocked the door. As the door swung open she peered around him. "Well, why don't you tell me what's going on." She pushed past him, going into the door.
Raising her brows at the bed she shook her head, "Coin operated boy much?" She snorted and shuddered, "I can't believe you actually use those things." The tools of the trade were the coin operated bed, shaped in a heart. Mirrors all over the place. Barry White pouring from a stereo, wine glasses and the like on a bar. Abigail sneered, "Barry White doesn't do it for me, King. Sorry."