The moment Ankh's hand were stretching in an aggressive manner toward his brother's person, Abel was shifting away from the console as if with a sixth sense, eyes snapping to the stranger's face. There was an unforgiving cold, a sharp protective and possessive intensity -- and a sense of disbelief for the audacity demonstrated by such a seemingly innocent act.

It was rather fluid and quick -- faster than a normal human was capable; one moment he was at the console, the next he was beside Ankh and gripping the hand that dared touch his twin in a just short of crushing grip, his eyes boring holes into those of the other man.

"Give me an excuse to kill you," he says, his voice deceptively quiet and calm as he applies more pressure to those digits trapped in his own. "I'll wipe out this entire tower. Is that provocation enough...?"