The one following him was either making a statement in greeting or in threat, and it wasn't quite possible for him to tell the difference quite yet. But Gabriel was happy to lead them on a short pursuit, past houses, past the quiet houses with their quiet sleepers in the neighborhood. He didn't stop until they were well into the woods, closer to the lake and territory that was already familiar to him given his chosen domicile. Only then did he pause, and when his pursuer was caught up, Gabriel turned, hands folded in the small of his back. He presented a regal sight, dark trousers, a dark sweater which set off the paleness of his skin. But his eyes were sharp, a grey-green that caught the dim light that reached through the dead leaves that still clung to skeletal branches of slumbering trees.
"Can I help you with something?" His voice was even and distinctly masculine, carrying a hint of an accent. Something European and hard to pin down precisely.