The taunt swings and makes its impact, the blow digs in deep and he nearly curls in on himself. He can't tell if that's something akin to a sick pleasure or an actual blow to his pride. Self-imposed rules he set for himself-- specifically towards Gabe-- seeming to hold him back, that nasty little voice in his ear says.

Something within him wants to fight, as always, but that strong thrum of need only pulses hotter. He just wants to reach out and...

Make him mine.

He doesn't quite answer the question with words, as he slides his feet forward and touches down onto the floor. The moment he's upright, he takes a few steps towards him. Calm, surprising even himself, he breathes slowly and closes the distance just enough before stretching an arm out to Gabe. Like he just wants to invite a touch.