<i>Good</i>.  Gabriel hummed softly at the word, glowing underneath Paul's gaze, and when Paul helped him up, Gabriel was happy to feel the ache already settling in his bones.  He let Paul check him over; the man was very diligent, always making sure his angel was taken care of so that they could do things all over again the next time they were together.  Though, their arrangement would be a bit different, now...<br/><br/>Gabriel let himself be bandaged and inspected, his mild, serene mask back in place, though there was a gleam of life in his eyes that seemed stronger than usual.  It didn't take long to clean up, though there was no way to hide the bruising on his neck-- but Gabriel didn't mind at all.  It was a trophy, a testament to Paul's affection.  He would wear it proudly.<br/><br/>Once Paul helped cinch the corset back into place, and once both men were redressed and ready to go, the pair left the privacy of their room and walked out of the club together.  It could run by itself, for the night.