BOOTH, King and Mr. Effing Clean...sorta....
King watched the girls disappear, waiting until they were completely gone before talking again. He knew what this had to be doing to Abby and he hated that. That he had not been able to protect her from him, again.
"So...you and Tempe, huh?" His brows raised as his eyes grew wide. "Smart, pretty, not bad." Hannibal offered his approval with a nod of his head.
Thank god this time they wouldn't be cleaning up the body. King wasn't as shaken up by the sight of the corpse as Abby had been, time and being a murdering vampire for several years had lined his nerves with a thin coat of steel. Had to have it to survive, he told himself. King never wanted to be like that, insensitive and uncaring, might come off that way sometimes, but that was when he was bothered the most.
"Let's get to it so we can send sleeping beauty packing." He stated in a carefree tone, heading for the basement as he finished the sentence.