"Ah well it's definitely more dangerous for you to know than to be ignorant." Grabriel admitted, gathering up his Warden cloak in his arms and standing. He stretched out, skin on his chest and back pulling taut against his muscles. When he did so, he felt a slight twinge from his ribs, but that was it. Looks like it was set properly and he'll heal in no time.<br/><br/>"I'm afraid that's my fault. I had a bit of an urge to share more than I should have with an attractive woman. It's been hard to combat my own instincts." Gabriel growled irritably when he mentioned his instincts, the sound frighteningly natural and beastial in his throat. "I'll make sure to put some wards up at your home and work place, that'll make anyone thing twice before they fuck with you."<br/><br/>The Warden crossed to the window and peered out once more, brow knit with concern. He hadn't seen Frankie in awhile and that was...disconcerting. he opened the window a crack and stiffened when the scents reached him. "Hmmm...well, our worries about the White court may need to be placed on hold. I smell...or, I sense human gunman and ghouls." Gabriel quickly corrected himself, grimacing at his slip up. He was tired and thoughtless tonight. He could definitely smell gunpowder and bas cologne, a sure sign of hitmen. The ghouls smelled like soil and decay; he'd have to be asleep to miss them. Or in an enclosed room with the overpowering scent of a woman next to him.