He flails his foot out to hook it under an ottoman and drag it over. Yes, he could snap an ottoman into existence, but he's not feeling any heavy duty power work right now and it's just as easy to drag it over. ...Okay, no it's not, but whatever. "Just don't get into any fights with Biblical archangels and we'll be covered, 'cause if you die, I'll be really pissed at you."

He stares at his knee for a few moments after she leaves and then groans as he hoists himself up to get into a more comfortable position with his feet propped up. "You're gettin' soft, Gabe," he mutters to himself, "and I don't think it looks all that good on you."

Not much he can do about it though, other than stop lurking around Murphy like a kid looking for a date to prom, but she's about the only damn person in this universe that doesn't grate on his nerves. Fucking humans.