Not quite the reaction Gabe had been after, but a probably very useful opportunity for rational thought (or what close approximation of it he could currently scrape up) to catch up and present its counter-arguments.
Not least of which were that neither of them were currently in the same timezone as their right minds, and the clock was still ticking.
So Gabe didn't lean in just to feel William's grip tug at his hair, didn't chase the words straight back into his mouth. Didn't. Leaned back instead, let the embrace go loose, let his hands rest lightly. Frowned, and said lightly, "What are you talking about? I am an angel."
He held that for all of a second before his grin escaped, full-blown and joyful and very grateful even as he said, "Now fuck off, you lunatic. I still have so much work to do."