Gabriel had tried to maintain his cool under Brumfort's skin, and for a while, it worked. The sight of Charles laying his hands on Elena stroke a chord of jealousness in him, so great he wished to chop the caucasian's prince hands.
'It's just a dance,' he dismissed it with a thought. But not until prince Charles leaned close, so close he could see Elena feel uncomfortable from where he sat. He whispered something in her ear, which he caught instantly with his vampiric power. So the whitie wanted to take revenge on the Thornhart's by agreeing on this marriage, knowing pretty well what he'd do to El, his wife!
'No one touches what's mine,' he declared in his mind, clenching his fists under the table. The gods must be cruel to present him with such a sight! And as if they had heard his thoughts, the music came to a halt, Elena and Charles offering their bows before resuming to their initial positions.