"That doesn't make you hideous," he pointed out logically. "It could mean you're so stunning in your beauty that the human mind can't process it and their only option is to turn to stone." He went still at the idea that this gorgon, a creature that had to hide their features but clearly had a know how about people would call him handsome. "World weary, huh? You'd be the first to say that, you know." He said that quietly, as if admitting a secret of some kind.

As he sat there in the big soft warm bed, Jack realized that this was one of the first 'normal' conversations that he'd had in years. It wasn't about business, it wasn't about weapons, it wasn't about room and board or even supplies. It was the kind of conversation that he had heard other people having yet couldn't readily find the same connection for various personal reasons.

"Guild would have me up and out to walk it off by the morning," he pointed out. That was his own personal standard these days as well.

He shook his head, then his face followed the sound of Gabriel's movements to the bed. "There were no damning reports about you that I was given the impression of. Just the number of dead, cause and to use extreme caution or leave be." It might be a Hunter's Guild, but its reputation was not going looking for trouble to eradicate all creatures. Not yet anyway. There were extremists but that was everywhere. "Is that why the bed feels so warm? How long was I unconscious for? Feels late."