Gabriel was all too pleased with the varying levels of impressed expressions crossing the Prophets face, even more so with that tinge of uncertainty lying underneath. He liked to keep people guessing, especially enemies he wished to try and sway, if not to his side, at least to a sort of neutrality so there wouldn't be trouble. The more hostiles he could subdue into a more friendly state the better. He didn't want to make friends with the mirror so much as he didn't want to have him as an enemy or a thorn in his side. As for shoes? Nothing else was dropping that was a peace offering and a freebie.

He set about wringing the blood out of his sock before deciding to just take the other off. He'd go barefoot back to his world, it was better than walking lop-sided or putting the bloody boot back on.

"So it seems we're stuck with each other til your Queen is satisfied." He shrugs, sitting back and picking up that knife to have a closer look at it.

"Where did you get this?"