She dropped her arms, looking up at him eagerly. "Okay. I think we should finish cleaning before we go."
"Great. Break!" she said, raising her hands in victory before going into the bathroom to start cleaning.
Ophelia sat down, having duct-taped the edges of the walls. "Okay, Abes. This is serious business, so I need to see your war face."
She gestured at her normal face. "I'm always ready for war, baby," she said smoothly. "It's why you're attracted to me."
"No," she replied playfully. "You're gentler than I am. You could never be so eager to fight. You have a really good heart."
"I gave Charlie a black eye, Abel," she said seriously. "That's severe. I got in a lot of trouble for that."
"Eve did a lot of stuff," she agreed, her hand coming up to rub the scar on her neck hesitantly. "But this is beside the point. Let me see your war face, Abel."