Nish/Abel
His grin was less a smile and more a baring of teeth. Abel covered it with another drink, the champagne doing little to slake the rising thirst for something else.
"Same two things that anything alive is working to do," he replied, realizing she was being playful and disappointed at the flirtation all the same. She was making it easy, if he was reading the situation right. That wasn't a bad thing, necessarily, but he couldn't push the feeling away. "Feeding and fucking. And I'd say that second f word is high on the minds of many here tonight, wouldn't you?"