In all honesty, he'd surprised himself a little. He was getting older and he was out of practise, but apparently he could still pack a hell of a punch with the occasion called for it.
"Yeah, well he fucking asked for it-" Ernest started to defend resorting to violence when suddenly her arms were around him and he realised it hadn't been a complaint. He wrapped his arms around her in return and felt completely overwhelmed by the whole situation. Her hair was ticking at his cheek, her body was hot and sticky, he could get high off of her scent... he was surrounded by Abigail.
"Yeah," he murmured, breathing her in. "I mean, I box as well, yeah," he told her. He pulled back just a little, holding onto her shoulders as he got a look at her. "You good?"