William winces briefly as he gets to his feet,immediately letting go of Gabriel's hand to school his face back into what appears to be the usual irked expression. It's easier to do than looking as pained as he's feeling right now, safer in a way. At least his arm is settling down somewhat. William spitefully hopes Gabriel's foot gets infected, staring at the other with an unimpressed look when the word "escort" is thrown out there. So childish, how was this guy even an archangel again?

The moment Gabriel mentions something about helping the mirror Gabriel should he get hurt, that is the first time in their entire meeting that the archangel gets 100% of William's attention, grey eyes staring intently. So it's a dead giveaway to where his weakness lies, but William knows that these two Gabriels would never be able to cross paths, so at least there's that. He wants to know, so much that William will pull a zippo from his pocket and hold it out. Lighting candles has it's uses.

"That should do. Right?"