[well he's starting to see one way he could get a definite reaction out of Abel.....]

Not particularly. As I said, I can't sleep, so there isn't any point in playing pretend. [his nose scrunches momentarily, and he glances toward his door. being Charles is totally exhausting okay, but he hasn't exhausted himself enough yet and is still running on tightly wound tension and the strong remnants of adrenaline.]

...Another game, then. How does playing something else sound to you?