Gabriel chuckled, as he looked on from afar. Time changes many things, but it had yet failed to remove the stick from his sireling's ass, as was clearly shown by his stiff demeanour. Walking down towards the trio, he formed a glamour over his own appearance. Not an illusion as much as a suggestion, both Mithias and Charizard would be able to see through it with ease. However to Hank, who was far from mastering his psychic capabilities, Gabriel would appear as a short and stout figure, dressed in regal robes and a top hat. He was pale with bright red eyes, but his smile seemed surprisingly jolly, as opposed to menacing. In his hand he held a cup of wine, which he immediately raised to Hank and Mithias. 

"Mithias! It's so nice of you to drop by my humble abode. And I see that you've brought your own fledgeling along with you." Gabriel smiled, as he looked Hank over. In truth there was no reason for this exaggerated motion, Gabriel already knew everything he wanted to know about Hank. Information pulled directly from the fledgeling's mind, leaving nothing but a slight sense of wrongness in his wake. However, such motions helped lesser beings understand his actions, and Gabriel was glad to act out the part. "And from what I've heard, you yourself have experienced the pains of attempting to keep them alive. Do you remember when you thought it was a bright idea to singlehandedly attack the entire Spanish army? Even I had trouble getting you out of that one!"

Still beaming, Gabriel motioned for everyone to follow him. "My house is just up here, and I have refreshments. I'm sure your sireling longs for the taste of some real blood, as opposed to the low-quality drivel you insist on taking." He catches Mithias' stern look, and chuckles, making an innocent face. "Safely and consensually gathered from the generous people of Hawaii, of course. You'd be surprised how cooperative people become when you hold the lives of their family in your hands."