Gus is by now reasonably certain he doesn't like this man. He's never cared for frivolous people, and frivolity seems to be Gabriel's bread and butter. He keeps his feelings turned inward as always, his face relaxed and betraying no judgment.

And on top of the facetious attitude, there's a worrisome amount of perspicacity, even power. It makes him wonder what else Gabriel can see.

"How intriguing," he says lightly, focusing on the drawing, the sweep of Gabriel's hair. "What sort of changes have you observed?"