Gabriel's uncertainty was deeply satisfying. This might be the very first time Paul has seen the boy truly unnerved. Usually people reacted the complete opposite when confronted with Paul's professional persona. They preferred this version, the Pleasant Paul, the one that smiles and charms and talks for hours without saying a damn thing of importance, over the true apathetic creature that he was on the inside.<br/><br/>Very few had the privilege of knowing the real Paul, his assistants, the rare artists that were loyal enough to handle his pragmatism, and Gabriel. Sweet, precious Gabriel, who had seen this side and had not only been unafraid but preferred it. Cherished it, in his own special way.<br/><br/>It must seem like such a betrayal for Paul to act this way now, when it was always the darkness that had attracted Gabriel. Perhaps this will serve as an appropriate lesson for the boy to behave better. If Paul could not have his perfect Angel, then Gabriel would not have the sadistic Sir that he loved so much.<br/><br/>Paul reached over and placed his palm gently upon Gabriel's cheek.<br/><br/>"26," he hummed, still smiling that smile that anyone else would label handsome and endearing, even if they couldnt see how it didnt reach his eyes, "well congratulations. Did you make any birthday wishes?"<br/><br/>His thumb smoothed over Gabriel's cheek so carefully gentle.<br/><br/>"Tell me, sweetheart," he said enticingly. Never in their sordid relationship has Paul ever called Gabriel 'sweetheart', or any other nicknames other than 'my boy' or 'my angel'.