A hand reached out to take the offered business card, sleeves pulling up to reveal the ends of what appeared to be swirling tribal tattoos, obviously Celtic in nature. He withdrew quickly and looked at Catherine's card thoughtfully. He'd taken her for a woman with authority based on her bearing, attitude, and attire. Seeing she was FBI, however, he frowned and glanced idly over to the missive he had just been reading from the council. Although he doubted this woman had anything to do with those Hexenwolf agents, it still paid to be prudent in his line of work.<br/><br/>"If by affinity for unusual cases, you mean a wizard who you're obviously skeptical of, then yes." He watched her closely from the corner of his eyes, long practice helping him observe without appearing to observe. "If you're looking for a staff or a magic wand, I'm sorry to say that I don't use those kinds of tools. I use a blasting rod primarily along with less obvious foci." He smirked slightly, under the assumption that this type of person would become annoyed at having been read so easily.<br/><br/>"So, before we go any further with our meeting, explain to me the case that you'd like help with. I'll determine if it even has anything to do with my neck of the woods and, if it does, I'll be glad to lend my assistance." Gabriel looked across the table at Catherine expectantly, unabashedly taking note of her beauty and use of her own sensuality. He wasn't likely to fall for such obvious methods, but it didn't mean he wouldn't enjoy the attempt. 90 years wasn't long enough to kill his libido, it seemed.