"Pinky doesn't count," Abram confirms with a nod. "Well, except for the fact it is a bone, so I suppose it sort of counts." But only a little bit. He's grinning like a middle schooler trying to get a rise out of the girl he likes and wondering if Cassidy might just smack him upside the head for his annoying ways.
Now he's laughing, because she's right and it would be an abuse of power. "You're telling me you haven't once used it in your favor?" He pauses, eying her. "I don't believe it!"
He moves to stand when she makes to leave the room, southern manners deeply ingrained in him. "Well, I suppose if you have to get back to rounds I should probably let you," Abram's smiling now, pleased to have had the company for as long as he had. "And I will, after all you've still got to introduce me to your sister." Abram moves towards the door with her, parting ways when they reach it and she goes right while he goes left. He's heading back to his own space for awhile. Maybe he'll sleep, though in truth he doubts that.