Ouch. Gabriel smiled and nodded, and then stared into the room, hands wrapping around the cup. Dream job. He had always believed it was. Yet lately things were rough and he found himself to be restless. Something was bothering him. Something he didn't feel comfortable inspecting in daylight and so it sat in the back of his mind, stirring up discomfort every so often when he let his guard down. "When did you decide you wanted to be a constable, then?" he asked, eager to lift his mood before Elijah noticed.