"Maybe I should also join the class." Abigail jokingly agrees with the metalflesh and when he excuses himself she politely gestures him to go. "Of course, don't let your king await."
As Marcus turns to leave, Abigail breaks into a smile. She enjoyed his company and finds him charming but she also feels very insecure of herself when he's around. The fairest seems to be slightly surprised when he turns back.
"I'd like that." She says as she takes Marcus' card. "Until we meet again."
As Abigail watches Marcus leave, she gently plays with his card, turning it over and over while thinking about what to do.
Rook nodded to Spartan when the Summer King issued his command, and turned to his plate of food. The stuff was great- heavy on the protein. He'd needed much more since he'd escaped his Durance. Perhaps some strange change that had been wrought on his body had changed that. Of course, thanks to the fortifications inherent in his metal, he'd gone in a fit, but ordinary cop, and come out with muscles underneath his suit that would have made most bodybuilders green with envy.
It was useful, but it had taken a long time to get used to the new limitations of his form. It hadn't felt like him.
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