Gabriel feels like something in him melts when Anthony says that. He's almost grateful that he's too exhausted to muster a blush. He looks at Anthony, searching for-- he isn't sure what.

"Am I, now?" He gives Anthony a tired little smile as he asks. His fingers slide over the man's arm to catch his hand; he pulls it to his mouth so that he can kiss Anthony's palm, then his wrist. "Because I can recite Shakespeare while your cock-deep in me?"