Gabriel kissed her softly, excited at her offer despite himself. "Hmm, then I'll need to scramble you often, just to make sure that my prey doesn't move on." He nodded, holding her possessively. "Not being able to get rid of a beautiful and capable woman like you seems like exactly the type of problem I want to have." He answered, punctuating each word with a kiss on the lips, neck, or jawline.<br/><br/>The man finally quieted down, focusing on his self-appointed task of kissing and nibbling idly at her tasty neck, chin, or collarbone. He couldn't get enough of it, to be frank. Gabriel idly wondered if this was what addiction felt like and, the more he thought about it, decided that he now perfectly understood the junkies roaming the streets if New York. Thankfully, his addiction was good for him in all the best ways.