Wrong. [Finger raised, almost in Gabriel's face. Depth perception while drunk? Nah.]

I don't want you to let me be put in fire, and you don't see any problem with her having done it already. You're the enemy, Gabriel. I trusted you and I--

And if she ever lets someone try it on Michael, I'll tear this whole city down. I just got him to like birds! [He's trying to explain the progress they've made. Their bird is pretty much the pinnacle.] And he doesn't like strippers.