A cough broke the silence before Gabe got a chance to reply. Magnus hadn't been paying enough attention to his senses while speaking to his brother, otherwise she would never have gotten so close without him realising. There was no mistaking her now though, her scent was imprinted in his memory, just like the rest of his original Pack. Jinayah Ifriti. The runt of the litter. Magnus's whole body tensed as she spoke, his muscles tensing for the pounce and his hands balling into fists. 

Gabe had a different, yet still emotionally charged reaction to Jin's appearance. He instantly forgot Magnus was there, turning to feast his eyes on his old partner. Despite the pyromancers hopes to the contrary the wolfman couldn't help but notice the flush in Gabe's cheeks, nor fail to hear his friends heartbeat begin to to race like a deer in flight, or miss the unique and cloying aroma of arousal. The two Gothamnites fell into each other's embrace. 

Magnus allowed the two their moment, despite his misgivings towards Jin. Gabe deserved it at the very least, because after all his brother had seen these last few months, all the horrors and hells Magnus had led him into, all the traumas Granny had subjected him too, it was about time he received some small measure of joy. 

First Gabe would be allowed his moment, then Magnus would inform Jin as to how a wolf pack deals with a runt.