"There is ThreeEye on my streets," he began again, tone cold and holding an edge to it. It was apparent that Gabriel was in no mood for the verbal sparring that Akexandria craved. "The Malvoras are involved in it. You say you have no hand in it, that you know nothing of it and yet still the responsibility of members of your court lies with you, Alexandria." He finally strode towards the Baroness of the White Court, stalking confidently forward. The vampires on either side flinched at the movement, only barely restraining themselves from either attacking or fleeing.<br/><br/>"My patience wears thin and we both know what happens when my patience wears thin." He couldn't suppress a very bestial growl escaping his throat, low and full of menace. The air around Gabriel seemed to darken slightly, shadows beginning to swirl with his eyes glowing in the depths, clear as a full moon. The Hunstman had been having difficulty suppressing the mantle as of late and now his instincts were on the verge of bursting forth, violently.<br/><br/>The rumbling growl in his throat quieted slightly as he drew up in front of Alexandria, towering over her in both stature and very presence, thanks to the accentuation from the Huntsman's mantle. "Its in your best interest to cooperate with me, pet." He cooed, leaning towards her as if to whisper in her ear. "Never forget the incident last time," he finally whispered, loud enough for Alexandria and likely Catherine to hear. "And remember who stepped in to deal with your White King's temper at you failure." He hissed the last part out, eyes menacing lest she forget why she craved him unnecessarily.