There's a reason that Kabal is an enforcer and not the brains of the Black Dragon, because when he plans for things they aren't more than five minutes into the future. What would he have done if that had worked? If Len had flopped onto the bed all coy and alluring? He'd be in exactly the same situation he's in now which is grabbing for his mask and sliding it back into place while flopping down onto the bed because he doesn't have the stamina to even stand up let alone thrust someone into the mattress.

Also he almost got a fist to the face right then which would be a little bit of a mood killer. But not much since he was raring to go one handed and unable to sit up for more than a few minutes.

Someday Kabal will learn to think with other parts than his dick. Today is not that day.

"Then all that scrubbing you just did would be for nothing." he's wheezing, it's super attractive. "We had a bargain."

The one where if he didn't cry maybe Leonard would potentially think about something. But now here he is prancing around in silky panties and somehow he expected that Kabal wouldn't act on that?

His joking demeanor and total confidence belies the fact that he's incredibly self aware of who and what he is. And especially what he looks like. It's not so much that he cares, because really he doesn't, but being a walking husk of beef jerky does tend to turn people off. Or to make jokes about what else might have burned off.

So now he's got someone sassily waggling their bits around and he more than wants it. He's been here for over half a year and got laid once and he's suffering. Too bad he's far too weak to act on it.

He stretches out, taking up the whole bed and leaning up on his elbows to stare at Len on the other end of the mattress. "You're the one who has to deal with my corpse if I die and start smelling up the place."