Abel had been suffering Hank Snatchblossom's flirting for quite a while now, but he'd had a full cocktail and a good view of the dance floor, so he was doing okay, one word answers was keeping him at bay-- right until Hank moved his hand that had been laying on Abel's knee upwards.
He kicked his leg away and shook his head, still smiling, because he knew this awful man could be of use next cycle, but for now, he didn't have a team to win funds for, so he could stop it from going any further. Snatchblossom began to protest a little, nothing too bad, but it had Abel uncomfortable, he leaned in towards Abel's face so he could whisper in his ear, and even though Abel moved his head away, he could still smell his foul breath above everything else.