Gabriel sat in the passenger seat silently, lost in thought. He was trying to determine who in the area had such great skill in Warding, but it was impossible for him to figure out. Anyone he came up with was on the Council like he was. And if it's someone who isn't on the Council, someone unknown, then a major player was in his turf without announcing themselves. The Huntsman was not overly fond of that option.<br/><br/>Finally, the man realized that Cat was talking to him and looked up at her. "Sorry, huh? Oh, the man just surprises me, that's all. His house is...far more heavily warded than mine is. The skill it took to do those eards and to enchant a knife like the one he gave you is unbelievable. Those wards weren't something i could do." The man looked out the window once more, almost apologetic that he had gotten along so poorly with her father figure. "Dave is a human, though. So you don't need to worry about that. Hes just in the know, it seems."<br/><br/>The Warden idly took Catherine's free hand and held it in his own, an almost subconscious gesture that spoke volumes to how comfortable he'd become with the woman. "Yes, let's pay the Malvora a pleasant visit."