You're giving Gabriel all sorts of mixed signals here, big brother.

"Either you want to get grabby, or you don't. Pick one." Even as he talks, he has the sudden realization this was difficult for Lucifer too. On the one hand, good; it should be. On the other...

Gabriel scoots back on the bed, laying on his back and folding his hands behind his head in a show of casualness he doesn't entirely feel. "What do you think are the odds of being locked into this room until we got our shit sorted if anyone we know knows we're both in the same spot?"