Finally, at Dave's threat, Gabriel's patience ran thin and his mantle took over. "If harm comes to her I'll carve a bloody swathe through the bastards that did it." He growled, aura glowing brighter in his anger. "And then, once those bastards have all fallen prey, you'll have your turn to deal with me. I recommend a sniper, old man."<br/><br/>The Warden took a deep breath and reigned in his emotions, turning from Dave. He waited a moment, then followed the grizzled vet back up, embarrassed that he had lost his temper once more. He dismissed Cat's teasing comment with the brief grunt, still seething with fear and rage underneath at the mere thought of losing her.<br/><br/>He leaned against the wall and watched silently, nodding slightly when she mentioned Dave's protective nature. He didn't blame the man nor did he particularly dislike him. It just got under the Warden's skin to know that he was right and that any danger that befell her was his fault entirely.