"Handsome? Haven't heard that one from a pretty lady in awhile." Gabriel grinned slyly at her, unwilling to leave her inadvertent comment slide like that. The man didn't get out much, admittedly, so it had indeed been awhile. Longer than he liked and longer than Catherine could suspect; it had likely been 30 or 40 years since his last romantic entanglement. He mused on that idly, amused that he could be called the 40 year old re-virgin. He couldn't help but laugh at his self-deprecating thoughts; like an angsty teenager uncomfortable with praise.<br/><br/>Raising an eyebrow at her obvious distaste for the local cops, the Warden felt he could relate. Crime was rampant in this city and, despite everything he could do about Warlocks and things from the Never Never, he had little jurisdiction over an idiot with a gun. "I'm not sure those morons could really help us, but it couldn't hurt to check. I have another source of information or to I could ask as well." He mentioned, keeping his sources nice and vague. It wouldn't do to let this FBI agent know that he intended to ask one of the enforcers he knew from the Irish mob nor did he think that mentioning one if the faefolk or vampires he knew was a wise decision. Besides, it would be better for him to approach his informants alone. Gabriel didn't want to have ti worry about legal repercussions for carrying around a sword and the unlicensed Colt he had currently stashed in his desk's drawer. Aside from the legal repercussions, part of him preferred that Catherine didn't see him wearing his Warden cloak. As much as he loved the thing and even appreciated the wizardly vibe it gave him, he felt certain that a skeptic would mock him as a LARPer or something.