Gabriel smirked at that, watching Conner over his glass while the other spoke. He ran his tongue over the rim of the glass before taking a long gulp and setting it back down softly. He could see Conner just starting to realize how he may or may not be sounding, but that of course was almost entirely dependent on who was listening. He just so happened to be talking to one of the dirtiest minded angels that ever lived, probably only second to Balthazar.
“Well, if it means anything to you this is the first time I’ve been out with someone in a long time when we both didn’t have something completely different on our minds.” Well, except for the disaster with Ariel.
Conner seemed to come back from his thoughts when Gabe spoke up, though he was still fairly flushed. He wasn’t quite sure if it was solely because of his own thought process - one could only imagine how flustered he’d be if he was sure Gabriel’s was going the same way - or if the now-near-empty bottle of wine had something to do with it.
He flushed a little bit at Gabriel’s comment and he couldn’t help a laugh - maybe even something like a little giggle. “Well, at least you’ve been out. But, hey, it’s a little comforting.” He grinned up at him, picking up the bottle and pouring what was left into his glass.