Gabriel stared straight back at him, even though it distracted him from his prayer, because if this was a contest, he was winning.

Anthony was very smug, knowing that he was winning. He accidentally gagged and almost actually puked as he stuck his fingers down his throat again. He, of course, tried to play it off as intentional.

Gabriel wrinkled his nose. This man was disgusting. But he didn't stop staring. He wasn't going to let him win.

Anthony was running out of ideas about what to do, now, that didn't involve actual vomiting. He didn't want to admit to defeat, though, so he just kept retching and showing off his disgust.

Gabriel was still staring, because... fuck this guy. "Why do you feel the need to provoke like that?"

"Because....fuck you, that's why," Anthony explained himself, before going right back to provoking him again.

Gabriel was at a loss. Still staring, he said: "Okay, I think you have a problem."

Anthony was genuinely offended. "You think I have a problem?" He frowned.

"You treat me with such disrespect, while I have done no harm. Yes, I think you have a problem," Gabriel said rather harshly.

"Yeah, I'm sure that you have never shown any disrespect to me," he said, very sarcastically.