Gin didn't even flinch as Casey spit his threats, he merely stood still, even as the gap between them grew smaller and smaller. Gin didn't really get impatient, not during work, not during sex, not even during a fight. It only made him want to laugh as he noted the irritation growing in the other man, but all he manages is a light shake of his head. Mostly shaking his head in disappointment, Casey really just was a 'face' now. A slightly annoying face. "Sam won't care if I tell him you came to me begging for -my- ticket. He'd probably laugh at how pathetic you are being right now, too. Because simply telling me 'A bit of trouble' is not an adequate answer nor the correct way to ask for something from me, you should know better."

Despite so desperately wanting to take a swing at Casey, he refused to budge from his place as the out-stretched hand came into reach. He wasn't afraid of this human in the slightest, if anything, he felt a tiny pang of pity for him. But then again, he was just another face among many. Quickly Gin reaches a hand out to grab onto Casey's. Not a normal kind of grab, either. Gin normally kept his nails cut back, but suddenly they were rather sharp as he promptly attempted to dig them into Casey's wrist, keeping the calm look upon his face. "On top of that, all of it in front of her too. How shameful." He murmured ruthlessly, clearly anticipating for the twitchy, shaky man to strike.