Adriel felt the air between them crackling as he walked by the blond. He didn't look though, mostly because it seemed like Zee might stab him with a steak knife. Once he was back outside in the cool night, he turned and loped towards his apartment, going at an easy pace.<br/><br/>He was getting closer to Tristan, the trail getting hotter. The human was getting careless, slipping up. He was getting cocky, leaving a trail of corpses in his wake, without cleaning up after himself. The fourth angel and third daemon had died just in the last two weeks, in upper Manhattan.<br/><br/>Adriel had taken to carrying a 9mm, along with a couple knives hidden in his boots. Those were a last resort though. He'd been working on his telekinesis. It was a lot more convenient and far less messy than a sharp blade or bullets, even if it did leave him drained of his strength after.