"Hey, wait a--" Gabriel began, and then closed his mouth on a yelp, body going rigid as he avoided pulling away. "Hnnng." He grimaced, running his hand through his hair in lieu of anything else to grasp. It wasn't until she started cleaning the thing that the smell hit him at all. He'd known it had hurt, but without having context as to how badly a sustained injury like that should hurt, and without having looked at it since, he hadn't known it was getting quite so bad.

He breathed deeply, evenly, and distracted himself by mumbling the names of his brothers from youngest to eldest, starting with the cupids. At her words he cut himself off halfway through the fourth rank and looked up.

"Who says I don't know your name?" he asked facetiously, even though he didn't, and blinked up at her hand, momentarily baffled by the action. Then he snorted. "Once upon a time, I could have given you all those just like that."

He snapped his fingers. He really, really wasn't expecting anything to happen. And yet a blanket dropped across their laps, sustained its form for a moment, and then dissolved into nothing as if it didn't have enough substance to remain. Gabriel stared down at where it had lain, stunned. "That ... hasn't worked in a month," he said with something close to wonder.