"So-so," Gabriel judged, waggling his hand and still leaning on the counter. "You're not actually being specific with the threat, but, bro, you've got the intimidation shtick down pretty good. Not bad. I'll give it a five."

Despite his judgement, he didn't seem much fazed at all. In fact, he was still smirking, and lifted his eyebrows, just once, at Aziraphale in a 'what you gonna do?' sort of fashion.