““You, my delightful Irish friend, terrify me," Gabriel said, and pulled the blanket over his head like a shawl. "You look like you've just stepped off the catwalk, you've got the stare of a serial killer, and you're clearly one of the hardest bastards I've ever met. Basically, I'm terribly keen to ensure that I'm never on your wrong side for the remained of my existence-will that do for now, you fucking sociopath?””
