That doesn't do much to temper his anxiety about whatever potential situation would require feather burning. He chews his lip nervously, but endeavors to relax when Gabe draws him in for a kiss, tries to reassure him. He manages a little smile and a nod. He just won't think about it. It'll probably never be something he needs, right? Hopefully. He's not succeeding at not thinking about it.

Finally, Gabe's closing zinger startles a laugh out of him, dispelling the tension nicely. He leans forward and rests his head on Gabe's shoulder, snickering softly. "Got it," he says, lifting his head back up and grinning down at him. "Thanks for clearing that up."

He leans in for another kiss, his hand drifting slowly and not at all subtly down Gabe's stomach. "So, I know we're sort of in the middle of something here, but..." he murmurs, leaving the rest of the thought to suggestion.