"Bet I would!" Gabriel eyed him, still grinning. "I bet you're a giggler." He didn't need souls to be able to read people, thank you very much! He'd seen Malcolm's type before--all prim and proper and then get them loose and you'll find there's a fox inside.

... Usually. Sometimes. Maybe. It happened!

"No. I'm not done yet." Gabriel pouted and pulled away, but raised his hand and snapped his fingers instead of trying to push Malcolm's arm off him. A moment later he looked at his fingers with another pout, this one sadder, and spoke at them. "You're meant to work."