Gabriel doesn't tend to go poking around in the minds of others. Pagans, humans or even his otherwordly twin with an affinity for leather and hair gel. It's just rude, and he wouldn't appreciate the same invasion of privacy. So he picks up the glass, returning the toast before knocking back the scotch.

He won't give a happy damn about his agenda back home. Sure it's over the top and extreme, but they're not home so it doesn't much matter to him.

A quiet snort into the glass and Gabriel's grace reaches out to brush over his twin's. "FYI - I can hear it when you're snowing me, other self." Not that he's particularly offended. "And I'd show off a little, but raw grace tends to break glass and I'm more interested in what's in those glasses right now than going all flashy."