When Cat leaned in for the kiss, he tilted his head slightly to give her easier access. He sighed softly, pleased by the pleasant sensation. The man reluctantly entered the car, barely suppressing the urge to grab her and bite aggressively. It was time to be professional again, he reminded himself, repeating it over and over like a mantra.<br/><br/>Buckling up, Gabriel directed her back towards Broadway. Although the rent was a little pricey, Gabriel enjoyed living so close to the theater. He frequently went to shows and loved the vibrant atmosphere of the place. The apartment building that Cat pulled up to was old, but well maintained. "I live in a studio on the 6th floor." He said idly, pulling open the gate and unlocking the front door with his key. Truth be told, Gabe had lived in this same area when he was a kid and his parents had made the migration from Ireland to America. He still remembered well going through the check points and being poked and prodded by doctors on the island.<br/><br/>He unlocked the door and stepped aside to let her enter first. "Welcome to my lair." It was....surprisingly normal. Aside from the lack of electronics, it just looked like anyone else's comfortable apartment. The door opened up on the entryway with a small closet then proceeded into the living room area. The living room consisted of a comfortable looking couch and a coffee table. The kitchen and dining room were combined off to one side, along with his bed and sleeping near that. Finally, in a windowed alcove, was a comfortable armchair and lamp. The only thing of real note, were the bookshelves that lined almost every available wall, packed to the brim with books in a plethora of languages. Then, another eye catcher, was the ringed ladder to the rooftop in one corner that he'd had installed. He had what amounted to a rooftop laboratory with which to work his magic.