Dark would find a pair of very feminine hands over his eyes, accompanied by a high giggle.
The vampire chuckled as his eyes were covered and gave a soft hum as if thinking over the question.
"Is it… Owen?" he questioned in a teasing voice.
"I would hope not," Abel responded, hands still over Dark’s eyes. "These’d be little baby doll hands on a guy that big."
"That image is pretty amusing." Dark hummed after another chuckle. "Well taking that into account… I guess Abel. I do hope I’m right this time."
"Yes," the albino grinned, dropping his hands and skip-stepping around to stand in front of Dark. "Took you long enough," he teased, sticking his tongue out.
"Well pardon me for being slow, dear Abel." he joked as a good humored smile tugged at his lips. "I come all the way out just to see you and you start picking on me. I’m a little hurt."