"I was not cuddling." The emphasis he puts on the word underscoring the fact that he was absolutely without a doubt cuddling Len and would have continued to do so until his brain melted from fever. He frowns, not wanting to think about what he was doing when Len moves on to talk about something significantly better.

"Practical huh? There some heavy lifting you need done?" Because now he's thinking about lifting Leonard and smashing him up against a wall which would be a way better way to spend the time than sitting in a fucking tub. Alright, maybe right now isn't the best time, since he just had to be manhandled into the water, so any attempt to get the imprint of the tile wall on Len's back is going to have to wait.

Kabal is not a patient man.

"Oh I would love a reason to bash some faces in. But let's be clear here, I don't need a reason. It'd be nice, but not exactly necessary. You get me?"

Which is his pretense of making sure that Len know's he doesn't need him. Cuz that's verging on having an emotion or getting sentimental or some kind of crap he's a little too lightheaded to parse right now. Just two guys with some mutually beneficial needs here.

He twists in the tub to face Len a little better, nodding to Len's lacy little panties, "You got more of those? Because I make no promises I won't fucking ruin 'em."

There's not much about Kabal that's gentle and he's been wanting to rip those off him since he first sauntered out of the bathroom.