"Declan, and I'd really like it if you stopped using that word."
The door shut behind him with a click and his expression was grim. He eyed Patrick for a split second before he hummed a low note, resonating in his chest. 
The windows shattered as what sounded like an electronic bass drop slammed Patrick into the TV set. The contact was isolated, in that the impact only slammed into Patrick. Save for the windows, TV set and the now groaning Patrick, everything else in the room was untouched. He walked to the squirming man without looking at the girl, and whispered something in his ear. Patrick's expression went blank for a moment, and he looked at Declan in terror, then Lorelei in confusion.
"He doesn't know who you are."