That certainly sounded like her, Gabriel could agree to that.  Precious would do as Precious pleased.  He didn't laugh at the joke, but he did make a small hum in the back of his throat, humored by it.  If she'd had the inclination, she could've been a good employee-- able to juggle so many people at once, able to demand affection and attention as easy as breathing, while still making people fall head over heels...  But she didn't need to work, and Gabriel's business was running fine with the staff he had.<br/><br/>Gabriel shrugged, the movement restricted by something he was wearing under his clothes: a corset, laced tight enough to leave a mark but still allow him plenty of breathing space.  He might be on break, but he might also be working later, and someone may appreciate the vivid red lines on his skin.<br/><br/>"No one of note," he offered, taking another drink.  He'd seen a few different clients, some familiar faces and some new ones...  Though, one face had been absent lately.<br/><br/>"And Paul?  Have you seen him?"  Gabriel was a master at hiding behind the soft, peaceful mask he wore, but after so many hours of staring into that mask, Eddy might be able to tell the young man was slightly restless, might notice the way his fingers played along the rim of his glass, quiet voice pitched just barely above the normal, docile range.