"There's a better plan than party?" Gabriel asked with mock horror, and went back to leaning on the desk, giving her a brisk beckoning motion. "Come on, then, lay it on me. How d'you get your fun around this morgue, if you're doing it your own way? Color me intrigued."

He was aware of her irritation, of course. Even though he'd once relied on souls to tell that for him, he still wasn't a slouch at reading the body language. The twitch and the thin line of her mouth kinda said it all.