You are Lupa, meet the pack

Roxine moaned quietly and smirked. "She won't get the chance. Her kind are getting too possessive for my taste."

Gabriel drew back from her, frowning a little. Without even turning he called. "What is it Stephan?"
Sure enough Stephan was standing in the doorway. "Um...I wanted to talk to Roxine." He mumbled.

Roxine frowned and moved towards Stephan. "What is it?" she asked.

Stephan shuffled a little. "It's about your friend Hestia." He mumbled.

"What about her?"

Stephan shuffled again. "Um....I was wondering...is it ok..."he trailed off

Roxine rolled her eyes. "I can't help if you don't tell me what's wrong." she stated.

Stephan blinked. "There's nothing wrong! It's just...she's pretty but I didnt want to...try anything without my lupa's permission- considering your her best friend after all!"

Roxine laughed lightly. "Go for it, kiddo!" she laughed. She leaned in close, winking at him friendlily. "And she likes black roses, not that she'll admit it."

Stephan smiled and nodded before bowing to Gabriel and racing off. Gabriel chuckled and came to stand next to Roxine. "Sometimes I wonder if that boy is related to me." He mused.

Roxine laughed lightly again. "Oh, I'm not so sure about that!" she teased, turning to face him. "He just needs a little practise is all."

Gabriel chuckled. "Although he doenst look like me...Does he?" He tilted his head a little.

Roxine frowned in thought. "Hmm, the resemblence is there, I guess." she shrugged. "If I'm honest I have no clue."

Gabriel laughed. "Fair enough." He walked back into the room and began getting dressed. "So what did you say you wanted to do today?"

Roxine grinned. "What all sex-loving girls enjoy next to, well, sex." Her grin changed to a smirk. "Shopping."

Gabriel smirked. "Ah yes, I owe you jeans." He smirked and finished dressing.

"Yes, you do indeed." Roxine agreed as she too began to dress.

Gabriel smirked and ran a brush through his hair, flicking it out of his face a little. "Where do you want to get them from?"

Roxine shrugged. "Whichever shop I like the look of." she replied. "I'm not bothered by brands. They're worn by me: they don't need a brand."

Gabriel smiled and ran a hand across the perfection that was his face. "I get my clothes from a...rather exlusive market." He laughed.

Roxine smirked playfully. "Exclusive how?" she asked. "Back in New York I got what I wanted for what I was prepared to pay, in return for various deals of protection." she shrugged. "I'd like to buy into that here."

Gabriel nodded. "Mostly from traders that do clothes such as these." He indicated to the open chested shirt he was wearing and the leather pants. "They bring the clothes in from France and I get them for free." He flashed his fangs. "In return my pack dont eat them."

Roxine's smirk widened in a gleeful sort of way. "I like the sound of that deal. Think I could get away with it?" She grinned again.

Gabriel nodded. "Tell your Gabriel's Lupa. They'll grovel at your feet after hearing that."

Roxine sighed dramatically. "Just like old times, then!"