[Gallagher]

Watching the odd man's expression was almost as enthralling as watching the way he moved. Almost. As quiet as he'd been so far, Gabriel shouldn't have been surprised that the man took the difficult way of doing things. Keeping track of every subtle sign of thought and evaluation, he couldn't be bothered to put up even the slightest resistance as the limb was held, the fabric shoved aside unceremoniously, and those delicate lips brought a faint tingle of pleasure to break through the pain... Or just more pain. Definitely more pain. A lot more pain.

His brows knit tightly together as the man worked, the telltale light was what broke Gabriel's thoughts, his eyes drifting up to his healer's illuminated features. Even after the wound was mostly eradicated and the cloaked man had stood, Gabe sat in admiration not for his work, but of the short glimpse he'd had of his features. A bright, enthusiastic grin reached his own face as he leaned back, rubbing a slender hand against the side of his treated leg.

"Well," the dark haired man began, "usually I just take care of these things on my own, but it really is more fun with another. And, you're quite enjoyable to watch. Do you make nice with strange, tresspassing men often, or am I an exception?"