Abner was nervous, in that way that people were incredibly nervous when they had no idea why they were nervous at all. Lena Ridley tended to have that sort of an effect on him at times, though for the most of it, he was convinced she was a sweet, nice, pink bunny of a girl. Blind? Abner? Of course not.

"Hi Lena!" he said, over-bouncily, looking like he was about to rocket off his chair and knock her over with a massive hug of sheer panic. "How are you? No, that's not my question. I was wondering, because, you know, one wonders, and stuff, it's a ... thing, well, hmmmm." And he paused, miraculously taking a moment to actually breathe. "Why do you ... you know... do things of a.... more... sexual," - OH GOD HE SAID THAT WORD - "nature if you don't love the people you're... doing... those things with?"