Raph waits until she's a few feet away before he allows himself to succumb to the full body shudder that her touch often inspires. Once that's over and done with, and his macho airs have been put back into place, he steps down from his perch, landing without a sound on the tavern floor.

Raph turns, and for a few seconds merely watches Abigail as she continues on with her show straightening up.

He sighs an action that only serves to temporarily move his already unruly hair off his forehead.

"A'right. Enough of this."
Raph approaches Abigail and lifts her easily into a fireman's carry.
"Com'on. We're goin'. Ain't you heard? it ain't safe to be in here tonight."