His hands paused as he dug through his pack as Gabriel moved closer, lifting the pack to rest on his thigh so that the gorgon could coil around the spot he was sitting. When Gabe's head came to rest on his other thigh, his pack moved to lean on coils of scaled body and his thigh. He made no move at all to dislodge the gorgon, finding the closeness comforting.

"Well, if its that one I set free, I imagine there will be less courtship and more goring and kicking at this point," he remarked dryly. "Though perhaps he'll have a go at you still, now that freedom has been returned. This isn't exactly a good place for wooing a gorgon, I imagine."

That story still brought a smile to his lips as he pulled out some cheese, a heel of bread and some jerky. "Maybe I'll be jealous if you get taken by a satyr."