"Don't be an ass," he breathes, a blush touching his cheeks. The tone is entirely different than the one he used in the bar. He tips his head for another kiss, fingers briefly tight on Anthony's tie.

"I don't have many people I can argue the finer points of socialism with," he murmurs, a little grin tugging his mouth. "Or the way Blake writes poetry like Biblical parables."

Gabriel isn't sure he can bring himself to go deeper than that, because if he does he really will sound foolish, and he isn't sure he can risk humiliating himself in front of Anthony with the tenderness hiding in his chest. Not yet.