"Pity. I caught wind that he was out after you, you sure it isn't a trap?" Gin's voice was still even and calm, but his hands were shaking as he now paced in front of the door. There was virtually nothing he could say to Micael at the moment to change any of this, not even Gin's life was worth a drop of it. Though pure shapeshifter blood was rare, it wasn't quite rare enough in the terms of Micael or Ra. "And you truly think I will just sit and watch you do such a thing? Have you, or anyone else for that matter, ever been able to get me to sit still for more than half a second?" Finally though he releases a rather rough sounding sigh, lightly smacking the flat of his free hand against the door. "And of course I do, we all love a bit of cat and mouse, right?"

But that was the end of the conversation as Gin promptly crushed the phone in his hand, letting the pieces drop to the floor. Archdemons, Necromancers, junkies, Gin was getting a bit tired of them. And why did it have to be this one human? There were millions more out there, but it just had to be this one human that he loved to no end. But then again, they could say the same thing about him. Out of all the humans, why had he chosen this one? Well, not really 'chose'. It was more like drawn too, like a moth to the flame. Just how was he going to pull this off? His mind was starting to reel already of possible plans of action. Disappearance was one of his fortes, but could he do it successfully with a human? 

A bit of a shaky breath escapes Gin as he lightly kicks the bit of phone away from the door. He quickly turns and grabs all the change he had dropped onto the counter and slips it back into his pocket. He quickly starts to go through all of the bits of paper had with various things written on them before stuffing them all back into his jean pockets.

"Effy, you ready? We [i]really[/i] need to get going. I sort of broke your phone and I have a bit of an odd question for you."