Gabriel had his eyes covered, but he could sense Paul before the man touched him, had learned the way the air changed when he was near... It was a sensation that always calmed him, made him feel more at peace, to know his Sir was there.  And when he did touch him...<br/><br/>Gabriel stood up straight once he felt Paul's fingers, the flatness of his palm against his neck; his hand was hot, the heat seeping into Gabriel's spine and easing the aches as the warmth ran through him, and his grip was so lovely... It directed him, guided him where Paul wished him to go, and Gabriel went without complaint, as always.<br/><br/>The tub was massive, the water clouded and giving off luxuriant aromas, and the room was full of steam-- curling in the air, condensing on the counters and the hardware.  It filled his lungs, softening his breaths.  Before Gabriel could start to undress himself, Paul beat him to it: his angel obediently stood there until the man was done, and when told, he got in.<br/><br/>The water was wonderful, just on the edge of too hot to be comforting.  It hit his skin and sent little tingles through each nerve, made the scars on his arms cry out in protest and then go silent, finally.  Gabriel submerged himself happily up to his collarbones, just enjoying the radiating heat and the soft pressure of the bath.  He closed his eyes for a moment, letting out a quiet sigh he hadn't known was in his chest.<br/><br/>Today had not turned out the way he'd hoped, not at all...  Gabriel leaned back in the water, submerged himself entirely for several seconds, and then arose and pushed the now-wet strands from his face, blinking up at Paul with a thoughtfulness in those glassy eyes.  He liked being under water, resting just beneath the surface for as long as he could, though he didn't indulge often.<br/><br/>"Do you pity me, Sir...?"  His voice was still soft and smooth, but there was concern buried beneath the gentleness.  "Seeing where I came from...  It's not very angelic.  Not in the least."  He rested his hands on the edge of the tub, fingers light and elegant as they tapped.  His volume stayed low as ever, the words murmured between pale lips.<br/><br/>"Born in filth and blood... Spiders on the ceiling and bruises on my back...  What do you think of your angel now...?"