Sam raises his head, watching Gabriel. He snorts at the last, shaking his head. "Gabriel, I sort of figured you probably still...at least had feelings for me. You don't just go and carve out your Grace and create an impenetrable shield around somebody else for shits and giggles."

He sighs, sitting back and staring at his beer. "What do we do now?" he repeats, then shakes his head. "I don't know. But...I've got a couple of days unless a hunt comes up. I'd suggest we start with actually getting to know each other?"