He gave an almost thoughtful sort of nod. Gabriel had felt Death, his Death, in Wonderland, and knew the cheekbones involved there. They were pretty extreme. And while he would have been offended by a child comparison, there was definite validity there he would have never admitted to. Once the youngest child, always the youngest child.

"Goth really does seem like the MO of a person descended from the thing itself," he had to agree, though, personally, he liked it more when beings were opposite and surprising. Maybe that was just a side-effect of being, well, him. "You've got that going pretty nicely, though. Me, I sort of... try to blend in."