Gabriel snorted. "Oh, so you've been working on this vice for that long? Me, it was--" He stopped, hesitated, because his had been the plants he'd been smoking when the philosophers got lost, and then segued sort-of smoothly into something else. "Sex." He leered a little, leaning back in his chair, arm propped up, glass raised. "What can I say? I was curious. And a voyeur."