Charles lets out a breathy noise, his irritation level growing to nearly the same as his arousal. He stares at Gabriel as Raven turns to leave, a finger pointed in his direction and a sneer on his lips. "You call her, and I'll find you." It's not like his possessive nature isn't already bad enough, but if another man came around the house problems would arise by the dozens.

That said he doesn't take his time in following her, even offering to put her coat on-- though it was mainly an excuse for him to palm along her ass. Edging closer he shrugs on his own formal jacket. "And if I don't care to wait?"