Sam moves between him and the crowd, shielding the Omega from the well wishers. A noble and kind gesture. But it doesn't stop there, no he ushers him inside and urges him to sit rather than serve him.

"Wine. Please," he says after a moment, finding his voice again.

They're alone which means Gadreel can watch his new mate a bit more openly. He seems at ease, pouring the wine with casual grace.

"You.. you are not disappointed." He's not sure if it's a statement or a question.