"You think so?" Hood was constantly trying to remind him that he wasn't a good man. That he couldn't be. He stood still as she straightened his collar. "I suppose I will have to take to wearing the tag I was given when I first came here, should I want people to recognize me." What harm would there be if he blended in with the guests? It wasn't as if he was received well.
His hands came up to capture her wrists, so that she could not move away. "Abby..." He trailed off unsure what he wanted to add to that.