If he tilted his head to allow Lucifer better access to said freckles, he did so subconsciously. It was quite refreshing to not be chastised for giving someone a nickname. None of his brothers were particularly fond of his habit, aside from his Luci.
Closing his eyes for a moment, he brushed those thoughts aside again, troubled that they kept creeping up on him. He'd gone for so long without giving a crap about what his brothers were doing and then bam, he ran into the Winchesters and he was suddenly involved again.
"That I did!" Snapping out of his reverie, Gabriel let a glass materialise in his hand, filled with a very potent cocktail, and offered it to Lucifer. "Mojito, wasn't it?"