It worked, at least for a moment. Gabe smiled down at his patronus, now crouched beside his leg, and scritched her at the hinge of her jaw as she stretched her neck to give him better access. "She's a lynx. Iberian lynx. Maybe I miss home or something, right?" He chuckled and stroked firmly down her shoulder (as the lynx blinked, slow and pleased), before saying, "Anyway, thanks for your, like, shy and retiring consideration." He looked up at Adam with a grin. "But fucking around with wolfsbane is about sixteen times more interesting than just making it from a book."
Gabe was grinning, but the cat was watching Adam's wolf with unblinking feline scrutiny. What was this reluctance to get involved, some sort of weird society thing about lycanthropy? Don't make a fuzz, don't draw attention to yourself... that would make a whole lot more sense to Gabe if Adam was actually English.