Is that a dig at my weight? [Leviathan, really, where do you crazy kids come up with this kinda thing? He doesnt look offended, just amused in that faint and eccentric way he has.] Don't worry. Salted sea-beast isn't on the menu tonight, you got some time. [a beat. Actually, the end of days might not be so distant.] Maybe.

[He thrusts a hand across the table to shake, clad in gloves that have seen better days, the fingers cut off.] Gabriel. [When he says it, he puts a faint and odd emphasis on the el.]