"Why is anyone only ever relatively sure of something, brother? Because of the possibility that you might not. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, though, shall we?"

And he was more than aiming to distract Gabriel from the tiny little threat implied behind the word relatively. His teeth and tongue pinched at Gabriel's abdomen, and then his tongue flashed out, and he moved lower, let those same teeth, that same tongue, nick and caress Gabriel's inner thigh, cheek brushing against his stirring arousal.

"When we--come to it"