"Oh aren't we high and mighty. Just takes a good pair of clothes to turn you into a twat." He rolls his eyes. It's a shame because Len does look nice, and Kabal is enjoying looking. Not to mention he wanted to touch the plush sort of velour that Len kept smacking his hands away from earlier. He'd consoled himself with anticipation of seeing it on the floor later but apparently Len's too good for him now.

He should have expected as much. That's what he gets for trying to think with parts other than his dick and his fists. Lesson learned.

With a disgruntled sound he pulls the mask down so he can throw back some more of the whiskey right out of the decanter. No reason to stay sober if he's not going to have any reason to be. "Guess looking good don't make you any smarter. She probably has to go to confession for talking to me for more than ten seconds."

He gives Len another glance, a final look at what he apparently didn't get anymore. Well that sucks. He'd been enjoying whatever their little partnership was turning into.

"Like to see them try and throw me anywhere."