Gabriel chuckles and dips his head a fraction to look at Johnny. "Depends on what you're going for." He trails a few fingers through Johnny's hair, then lets his hand settle down at his waist. When he speaks, his tone is joking but soft. He's feeling comfortable. More than physically- it seems like he and Johnny have finally reached the spot where they're supposed to be. "How often do you really want me professing my undying love over a jar of honey?"