The face that Sam makes is very definitely a grimace, though he tries to cover it with his wine glass. He sets the glass aside after a moment, reaching out to gently take Gadreel's free hand and sandwich it between his own.

"Gadreel. You'll find that there are very, very few Omegas who fit the idea of the 'ideal' Omega." He's not going to say that the ideal doesn't exist or that Gadreel isn't it. The man knows both of those to be untrue. "And while there are some in Winchester who cling to that particular idea, they aren't as prevalent as I have heard they are in the Celestial Kingdom. There are many who would be happy to have you here."

He raises the hand between his to his lips, pressing a kiss to Gadreel's knuckles. "Personally, I think those Alphas in your home kingdom are very narrow minded and cannot see the beauty that is before them."