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When the gryphon looked at him and told him he hadn't believed he was capable of anger, Gabrian managed to offer him a smirk, lids still hooded over his eyes. There might even have been a fang showing, but the expression vanished almost as soon as it came, a yawn ripping through him and thus successfully ruining the effect the nix had been going for, "My bark is usually worse than my bite," he mumbled after he stiffled the yawn back, suggesting that while this was indeed usually the case, it didn't mean it held true always. Ren had seen the sort of 'sharp' bark the nix was talking about; after all, when threatened, he usually resorted to words, mostly because he felt he was more than slightly adequate at wielding them like a sword. However, that did not mean he didn't have fangs or claws sharp enough to cause at least some damage, "I just usually don't have cause to bite. I will if shoved in that direction though, and your charming sister pushed my buttons."

Possessive was an understatement; overprotective was, perhaps, a more accurate rendition of the behavior the demon had just displayed. Gabrian figured that despite the fact he wasn't really draconic (wyrm was more accurate, maybe), he still had a rather feral need to protect that which was he considered his treasure. In case, 'treasure' wasn't necessarily everything that gleamed and glittered; it was people he cared for, and it was clear he had no problem wrapping around them, roaring in the face of whomever dared threaten them, even if he had all the chances of losing said fight, "Algae are quite fine too. Don't dis it till you try it; you like salads after all. I simply prefer mine to be wet, is all," he seemed to pause here and looked up to the ceiling, "Hmmm... I wouldn't mind going to the river to bask and just munch on some of those lazily later, actually," this was said mostly to himself, but given thee fact Ren was right there, it was obvious the other boil heard the strange statement.

Gabrian visibly perked up at the mention of coffee, "Coffee," given the fact his tail twitched eager a couple of times behind him, it was obvious the demon rather liked that idea, "Lovely. Let's go do that then," he reached out, turned the gryphon around and began to push him eagerly towards the door, even while the other boil was still distracted by the fact he'd just shoved a (badly drawn) piece of paper at him, "You're going to buy mine for me, actually, given the fact I left all my seeds back at my place and I'm not even wearing my clothes. I just thought I'd let you know," he paused again, turning to look over his shoulder at his tail, "It's quite convenient we both have tails, actually, and that we're almost the same height," the fact he was ignoring the fact the poor gryphon boil was stuttering in an attempt make heads or tails of what the I.O.U meant was probably not missed, but Gabrian refused to address that until he was at the door, one hand on Ren's shoulder where he'd been shoving him forward, the other on the knob of the door.

The first question was confronted with a small smile as he turned the knob, "Because I'd been thinking of doing that for a while now. I just hadn't gotten around to doing it; you kind of snuck up on me," pushing the door open, he lead the other boil outside, "It makes it more significant if it's a trade, don't you think?" another smile, and another small push at the gryphon's shoulder, "Thank me with coffee. I need coffee right about now. But... you're welcome nonetheless," a pause, and then he pulled on a rather serious expression, "But no, seriously. Coffee. Now," that said, he closed the door behind him, leaving the room peacefully quiet.