The amusement on Gabriel's face is enough to wipe the smirk from William's, the mirror unsure of why he should even be worried about it. Everything is telling him that right now this has gone from sniping at each other to bad news, that feeling solidified by the mention of being killed. William doubts Gabriel would strike, but is that him knowing better or just assuming by thinking of what his Gabriel would do?

"That's for me to know." It's about as neutral as William can even stomach replying with, rolling his eyes as he turns his nose up slightly. This version of the archangel is obnoxious as anything. Wonders never ceased. "Do you really think the Queen would let the mirrors cross over and not expect people to strut in here to take a swipe?"