Poor Gavin was in a little bit of a tizzy about how the discussion was going back and forward around him, like he was a shuttlecock in a game of badminton. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and then shook his head a few times to clear the confusion away, before looking from Saint George, to Tigress, and to Abigail, and then back the other way. "Well, it's up to you girls." he said, rubbing the back of his neck.