Gabriel rubbed Cat's back soothingly, unsure what else to do. He'd been utterly useless in the interview, he might as well try to make up for it now. "That's what it looks like in the weakest sense." He answered, sighing. "He must've been taking a toned down version of it if he didn't fly into insanity."<br/><br/>Taking ThirdEye explained why he seemed to be working to distribute it. Once he had taken the addictive substance, only a practitioner like the warlocks would be able to help him understand and deal with his "visions."<br/><br/>"We should definitely go see the White Court soon. Hopefully we can convince Raith to have a little give in this sense. They won't like the Mavras sneaking around behind their back and trying to accrue power, plus I have a little history with them and they owe me." He growled the last part out, not expanding further on what he meant. It was apparent that whatever they owed Gabe for had not been a pleasant experience.