"Riiiight. And I'm a sainted martyr," Gabriel smirks, tilting his head slightly to the side.

He leans over to take another stab at the cake and looks up at her, smirking a bit. "I can take you."

Which isn't fair, all things considering, but a man will not allow himself to be punched in the balls a second time, no matter how much he knows he's asking for it.