She couldn't help but laugh at his vacant expression, seemingly fixated on her body instead of what she was saying. Not that she blamed him at all, now wasn't the time for cerebral ideas. Abi instead smiled and slipped from her side onto her back, arms wrapping around her stomach. "Easy cowboy, don't want you sprinting in a marathon..." she muttered and looked at the light patterns on the ceiling made by the fake crystal chandelier.
"You write some really weird filth, you know..." she said a little vacantly, barely realising what she said. "You'd be a natural..." Abi chuckled again, eyes reflecting the light of the crystals. "Or are? I dunno, have you written pornographic stuff yet?"