Gabriel sighs at her mockey of the nickname and immediately regretted mentioning it. "Its not like we nicknamed him that. The PI working the case did that. We wouldn't nickname an imvecile creating such a dangerous and volatile...nevermind." The man rubbed at the bridge of his nose, annoyed at himself for getting embarrassed about a silly nickname.<br/><br/>"Line of sight isn't necessary if you have something connecting your spell to the target." He finally answered again, returning his glasses to his nose. "Blood or hair are the most effective means, which is why it's likely that our warlock knew our victims personally." The Warden nodded, preferring her comparison to a poisoner over the ones she'd used before. Most of the warlocks he'd apprehended or killed had that same mentality.<br/><br/>"If I'm being honest, the odds of both of these warlocks using the same methods are slim to none. These two cases are the only ones I've seen in all my years doing this." His phrasing was, of course, that of a world-weary tone despite this business only having been set up in the last 5 years. "Do me a favor," he said suddenly, looking at Catherine intently through the lens of his glasses. "Check on any new and previously unknown drugs cropping up on the streets. If you find anyone displaying strange symptoms, please let me know. It's likely related." His gaze was serious and, for once, pleading. ThreeEye was incredibly dangerous for mortals and would cause mass insanity if it were heavily produced. Keeping it off the streets of his city was a top priority for Gabriel.