With a slap, gold-inlaid tip of Gabriel's cane wiped across Mithias' face. "And here I thought you'd changed. Am I going to need to find a doctor to surgically remove the stick from your ass?" Gabriel turns away briskly, making a sound similar to 'harumph', like a mildly annoyed elderly figure might. "You manage to free yourself from one master, and then blindly jump to the next, arms spread. Do you truly believe that becoming my property would somehow give you more fulfillment than being SOLDIER's bootlick? I didn't save your sorry ass just so you could become some kind of butler to carry my drinks. I have thralls to do that for me!" Gabriel's voice had risen in tone, showing the signs of his temper tantrums. He was not easily angered, but doing so was usually the prequel to civil war in whatever poor country he happened to reside in at the time. Already, nearby people could be seen glaring at one another as Gabriel's annoyance leaked into the environment.

Gabriel sighs, calming himself even before Mithias could attempt to do so. He steadies himself with his cane, and glares at Mithias with one eye. "We don't usually agree on things, you and I. I suppose I'm just too old to see things from the perspective of a toddler such as yourself. But if you simply walk up here and profess yourself my slave just because some moron in a tin can nearly stabbed you, then everything you said about changing the world was bullshit, and you know it. Go die in a forest fire for all I care, but at least do it on your own volition, as your own person, instead of someone's hand puppet. The strings are cut, and it's time to dance." Gabriel illustates richly, as if he were orchestrating some form of dance routine.