Gabriel stayed a moment longer, enjoying the view as Niall settled in. He appreciated that brash confidence, the certainty in his own power and attraction that Niall displayed. It wasn't often that Gabriel encountered people who could match him for charisma and strength of personality.

A smirk on his lips, Gabriel went. He fetched their drinks at the bar, adding it to his tab--he usually paid that tab with his paintings, when they sold, or when he happened to net a particularly well-heeled lover. The pub had several of his paintings as collateral, and when they did sell, it was for a comfortable little sum. They didn't mind when his bar tab got a bit long.

Whiskey for Niall and Guinness for himself. Gabriel slid the drink over to him and sat, lounging back in the booth. One knee bent, the other outstretched. His posture also said open and arrogant, but with an added layer of laziness. The way Gabriel held himself said you, come here, you'd look nice in my lap.