He bit into his lip and smirked. "You look more than fine." he replied in a faux-seductive tone. "Though, I'd advise you to get a jacket... Or, you know what? Take mine. It's heavy, but I can drive in a shirt just fine." He smiled at her, and took the black leather jacket off. It was fit for his wide shoulders and muscular figure, and therefore would be a little big on Abigail...<br/><br/>He handed it to her, revealing the unbuttoned black shirt beneath, with sleeves rolled up, revealing long, tightly-fitting leather gloves, running up to his elbows. The shirt was opened enough to show a large, creepily-drawn skull with a large sign, reading 'revolution', most likely brought from some kind of punk or metal concert.<br/><br/>One of his hands ran up into his ponytail, and raked through his hair, falling past his shoulders. "At least I can be sure that you'll be warm enough in this. You can still hold onto the shirt." he assured her.