Whatever the state of his hands, however large or young their audience, there might just always be something in William's shy, sliding smiles that made Gabe want to catch them, tease them into the light. This one was no different; he'd taken a shifting step closer without any coherent intention forming, let alone being subject to rational consideration.
From here, over William's shoulder, he could see almost half of his students. They were going to be late to their next class, but they didn't really seem worried about that.
"Well," Gabe said, barely more than a murmur, "I'd just managed to get everything the way I liked it in here." Not to mention the rare ingredients. He was going to have to track Pete down and tickle his giants' tears source out of him, but that was barely the distant cousin of a fleeting thought right now, and most definitely didn't impact on what his eyes were saying, which was rather more along the lines of William in his rooms, and what may or may not be satisfying for Gabe.
(Hey, William brought it up.)
Gabe folded his arms and added, voice not quieter but decidedly rougher, "You should possibly go, before the kids get the encore show they're all desperate to see."