"Well isn't this just PEACHY?"

Sighing, Gabriel placed his bottle on the armrest of Bedhivere's throne, which he was now sitting in. Meanwhile, the image of Gabriel standing in the hall faded away like an oddly coloured cloud. Nothing more than a figment of the imagination. Gabriel shook his head in a disapproving fashion as he placed a hand on Bedhivere's shoulder.

"Isn't it terrible, all these people interrupting? Don't worry, I'm with ya buddy. There's no need to get angry, we'll sort it all out, nothing to worry about."

The series of colourful characters that had entered the scene were, of course, a source of great amusement to Gabriel. Whilst some might not notice their true identities, nothing was hidden from Gabriel's eyes. Taliesin, looking up at this most ancient of beings, knew instantly that the facade of her appearance would not hold up, and yet a mischievous twinkle equally told her that if anyone were to unveil her, it would not be Gabriel. Martin was equally aware of Gabriel's knowledge of the situation, although rather than intuition he called upon his knowledge. There was no way to lie to Gabriel, for if you knew it, so did he.

"Now, seeing as how everyone has quite arrived, I think we can arrive to the more important matters. Unless any of the gathered apes would like to interrupt, of course." Taking on a pose of bored vanity, Gabriel lolled his head back and forth while his eyes seemed to flicker, making one wonder whether his drunken tirade had indeed been entirely an act, or whether he was truly intoxicated.

With Gabriel, there was no way to know.