Ordinarily, that snippy tone out of William would flick all kinds of switches in Gabe's brain, and sure, there was a bit back there that had hit play like reflex on Gabe's favourite old war-time fantasy, but it was just so much background noise against the fact that remarkably fucking little had been stroking Gabe's fur the right way in the past two days. As it was, he was not much in the mood to apologise for having wanted to hide in the restricted section get his thoughts in order upon first attacking the problem properly.
"Flip a coin," he suggested, with more steel than sass, and drummed his fingers once against the edge of William's bench. "I'm sure you're not done, but can you bitch at me as we search?"