*Abel having been bumped into grunt and starts snarling. He catches that this guy is a dragon and with his soul mate so trying not to be too horrible he bends down and picks up the hat still snarling as he hands the now soaked top hat back to its owner. He seems to not notice that he is soaking wet and that his shirt is clinging to him like a second skin rendering it practically useless. Even with all the annoyance and the snarling his cobalt blue eyes betray a sense of vulnerability. A sense that even though he is snarling he isn't as aggressive as he seems. He decides to speak his southern accent coming though somewhat after he swallows the snarls* [color=lightcoral]"Its fine... I wasn't paying any more attention then you were"[/color]