Gabriel can't help but crack a smile. "Christ, I never thought I'd find myself having impure thoughts about a martyred saint, but there I was, staring hopelessly at image after image of Sebastian, dangling from the damn tree and-- pierced through."

He laughs and shakes his head at the memory. It wasn't fair that a dying saint should look so-- that way. He sits up a bit more, feeling better, and nearly finishes his drink.

"And I did promise you, once upon a time, that you might get to hear me sing someday. Hopefully this is a much better impression than seeing me drunk in a bar would've been."