Niall's eyebrows lifted a touch in surprise. He had expected Gabriel to accept the offer, but the speed of the decision was more than he'd anticipated. He'd pegged Gabriel as one to play coy, or to make a list of demands, or to at least insist on a number before giving his word. Not that this turn of events was in any way a disappointment. The sooner he secured Gabriel's employment, the sooner he could get out of this shithole town and back to Belfast, in the thick of it.

With a smile, he picked up his glass and raised it in toast again. "A deal, then," he said. "I think it'd be best to talk further details someplace more private than this, so let's put business aside for now, what d'you say?" Under the table, his knee more or less accidentally brushed Gabriel's thigh.