The look that Gwen shot him left him no doubt as to what she thought of his activities; and if he had hoped that there was a chance that she'd finally lightened up about his arrangement with Angela, her answer would have shot that hope down.
Fortunately, he harbored no such expectations, and glanced back at Ange with a good-natured eye roll. "Looks like it'll have to be your place. I'll bring dinner." With another grin and a wink, he rejoined Gwen in the corridor, and gestured toward the elevator bay.
As they resumed walking, he glanced over at her. "You know, you should give Ange a chance. You'd really like her, if you tried." He was aware that Gwen distrusted his arrangement with her, moreso as time went on, thinking that he was going to fall for her. At least, with his random dates, Gwen found it easier to accept that it was just a one- or two-shot deal. He really liked Angela, but what they had was all they would ever have, and that's exactly how they both wanted it.
"And if not, you should at least be nicer to her."
At that, he broke off any eye contact and walked just a bit faster, since he hoped she wouldn't get into how he had treated some of her "friends." He'd never been outright rude, but there may have been a threat thrown around here or there...