Gabriel watched eagerly as Eden glanced towards the dancefloor, his fingers curled lightly around the other man's arm sleeve. While he wasn't the best dancer, everybody on the floor looked as though they were having a great time and he wanted so desperately to be one of them. When would he get such a chance again? It wasn't like his life was crammed full of social events that allowed him to dress up and take a date to a fancy ball. It was a now or never moment.
A pout appeared on Gabe's face at Eden's whining, his bottom lip jutting out almost comically. "Yeah, dancing!" he exclaimed, his hold on Eden's arm tightening a little as he took a step backwards, closer to the floor. Then, with a smirk, he continued. "Come on. You're not scared, are you?" Despite having only met Eden recently, Gabriel already knew how prideful a man he was. What else could be expected from a lion? It was devious of him to play into such a thing, sure, but if it got him what he wanted in that moment, was it really a bad thing?