Being called Gabey made him wince like it always did. There were two people that called him something other than Gabriel, and he despised it. But he let Syra do it anyway. "You know me, always busy plotting for the end of the world." Only half a lie, Gabriel was trying his best not to end the world, since that would be his very last job. Not that he could escape it forever.<br/><br/>But he was stalling, he didn't want to tell Syra what was up with him and the demon. He didn't want for her to feel bad. Gabriel shrugged on the jacket, thinking that it looked pretty damn good on him, and buried his nose in the coffee cup for a long moment, already having drank most of it but pretending anyway. Finally, he took a deep breath, "Satanachia keeps me alive ever since... You know."<br/><br/>Even Gabriel kind of wished the djinn would come back now. He'd gotten even worse at dealing with the outside world without the filter. There was something of a scared little boy in the angel's demeanor. So he very quickly decided to change the subject, sorta. "You like him, don't you? I think he's my nephew... or something." Gabriel tried to work this out in his head. Lucifer, who used to be Sammael and still was to him, was his brother in every way except physical relation. But angel's couldn't be blood relatives. And he was pretty sure that Lucy was Satanachia's father. Or something of the sort.