Best not to tease him about that sore topic. Not when he's savoring the little noise that pulls from Gabriel, and the feel of hands on his own body. It's been a while since he'd felt anything like that--Ann Marie, maybe, but that was another topic he would rather not go into.

Instead, his own hands travel over Gabriel's back and sides, finally making their way to the front, exploring the flat planes of his chest and stomach. Until they hit a puckered mound of skin and it makes him pause. He pulls back from his neck to look down, brow furrowing in confusion.

"Thought angels didn't scar up..."