"Knock yourself out," he drops into an overstuffed chair that hadn't been there a moment ago. There were a few chairs scattered around the room - not that he expected company on a regular basis, but may as well be sociable, right?

"Something about me huh?" An odd question, but interesting. Gabriel can't really recall the last time someone asked him about himself, not really. He could evade, come up with some flip reply, but that wouldn't be fair to either of them.

"Even if the gates of Heaven were opened just for me, I don't think I'd go back again. And I'm not saying that just because back home I'm apparently a beat away from getting shanked. I'm more at home on Earth."