[Gabriel saw the blade first and shuddered in a way that had nothing to do with cold. The last woman who had a hand on that blade ran him through with its... Less powerful twin. He hadn't had the time or a can of Diet Orange Slice to make a copy. Not that that mattered right now. He was just focusing on something besides... The situation.]

Mad? No. Thrown off? Yep. But that's not your fault. You're right. Two recently dead boys in the next room... This is no place for a first time. Also the couch is too small. If it'd gotten really hot? One of us would've fallen off and I don't know about you, but I hate when that happens. [He sounded so damn casual about it too. He picked his way across to the couch and slid the sword away from her, sliding it back into his jacket.] Don't hate yourself for actually caring about what people might think. I spend enough time not caring for the both of us.