Gabriel probably looked more livid than Drake had ever seen him. Even more so than that first time they met. Seeing the love of his immortal life attacked like that made his muderously angry. Michael stepped forward and put a hand against his brother's chest, holding him back. "I'll take care of it. Drake is fine. Tend to his cheek hm?" The angel says. Gabe does not look happy but he nods. He brings his hand up to Drake's cheek and cups it. The cool and soothing feel to his magic erasing the minute injury.<br/><br/>The council in the meantime are looking freaked to hell. Zephon, obviously in pain has tears streaming down his face as he cries out. The others are rushing over to help him but Michael snaps his fingers and frees him from the ice in a blaze of heat. The councilman drops to his hands a knees, limbs discolored from frostbite. "Have you lost your mind!?" He hisses at Gabriel. "Thank you Lord Michael I..."<br/><br/>"Shut up. Listen." Michael snaps at the angel on the ground. "You and the rest of this group have gotten far too big for your britches. You do not question Gabriel's associates. You do not punish my second in command - who outranks you by the way. The only reason he complied was for the sake of the treaty. If I hear ever again that you have threatened the treaty I will kill you myself." He says sternly. The others go sheet white.<br/><br/>Then he points to Drake. "I'm only gonna say this once. That vampire is off limits. If you call him again, if you touch him again, I will not stop Gabriel from smiting you. Do you understand? Yes or no." There is a swift bevvy of nods from the council and Zephron.